Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]
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				Title: <strong>Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 11:17:36</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i55.tinypic.com/s46kao.jpg)</div><br>Isabelle Dwyer drove up the long winding dirt road to her home, the home she had left almost five years previously and had&nbsp; hoped she would never return too. Things just hadn't worked out that way. Her parents had passed away within a year of one another in her third year of college but never being particularly close to them she had returned for the funeral and left again straight after. Her brother Daniel had been disgusted of course, informing her that the property was detailed in both of their names and he'd like her input as to what they should do with it. Isabelle had suggested selling it but he was a sentimentalist and would not hear of it.<br><br>So he began renovating it gradually, making it habitable for himself and his high school sweetheart to move in to. They had dated since their second year, a cheerleader and high school jock, a typical pairing that had lasted when so many others had failed. Daniel's wedding to Julie had been a small affair and Isabelle had not even bothered to return for it, sending instead a e-card and an apology. Her own life was under serious strain and dealing with the in your face love of her brother and the homecoming queen did not appeal to her. She wasn't jealous of Isabelle, they had actually been good friends once when Isabelle a year her senior had captained the cheer leading squad and had been the prom queen and homecoming queen. <br><br>Ever miss popular but with more attitude than necessary for a small town girl. She had bigger wings she always said and would spread them wide and leave the hick of a town if it was the last thing she did. Winning then a scholarship to a prominent university had been her ticket out of there and she took it gladly, not once looking back to see those she left behind. She barely wrote home unless it was looking for a handout which killed her to do but jobs were in short supply and she worked as hard as she possibly could as it was. <br><br>Daniel and Julie opened the door and waved to her as if she were the prodigal returning home. She spared them a weak smile as she got out of the car, grimacing as her brother one year her junior rushed down the steps and enveloped her in a bear hug. Thrilled to have her back, he gushed about how her room looked as he got her bags from the car. Julie looked no more like the cheerleader she once knew but like a frilly young mother dressed in Laura Ashley prints. Isabelle on the other hand looked as devastatingly beautiful and vibrant as usual dressed casually in her slim fitting jeans and a long sweater and knee high boots. &nbsp;(http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/12100000/Modeling-tabrett-bethell-12128899-1000-1369.jpg)<br><br>The next few hours felt like a whirlwind, getting settled in, dinner and endless chatter scorching her ears until she announced she needed to go for a walk to clear her head. There were after all reasons for her return and she was not prepared to speak of them just yet. Wrapping her pale cream scarf about her neck she left the house, the old family dog Fuzzle lapping at her heels immediately as if she had never left. The red setter had been a firm fixture since she was sixteen years old and though she was not a great pet person, he was the only one that she had been truly delighted to see. Her walk took her along the winding narrow path that ran from the edge of their property right back into town. A beautiful forest of golden brown leaves and copper shades dappled the walk way. The road being a mile away meant this was an ideal spot to simply stroll or as many did, used it for a jogging path. With hands deep in her jeans pockets she walked, mulling over everything. Her life so far and the sham it was, she knew one thing for sure her time back here was to help her get her life back in order. To cement new goals where her previous ones had fallen through, what she did not want or need however was to meet up with any of her old school mates who she had brushed aside when she left. Everyone in this town was nothing more than dust on her shoes and she would shake them off again soon enough.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 00:06:49</strong>
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				Her footsteps echoed lightly beneath her, each step warranted another thought in the hopes that this one would be the brain child to rid her once and for all of this hum drum town. Her heart felt heavier than it had ever done before as she walked along, skimming russet leaves in her wake. The next few weeks living with Daniel and Julie would be difficult but she had known this before her decision to come back. It had not been taken lightly but at this juncture she had no choice, none at all. Sure she had graduated, had worked her ass off to get her degree in languages and multimedia. Isabelle had been convinced that her qualifications would take her far, especially in todays industry but even she could not have predicted the recession that had hit the global market. Only the intensely savvy had managed to survive thus far, she hated that she had been forced to pull in her belt tighter than what it had already been.<br><br>Walking along Fuzzle decided to take a short cut, just as her eyes caught sight of a runner approaching. She glanced in the area he had run too and whistled, wishing the stupid dog would get his ass back to her instead of chasing down some rabbit or hare in the forest. The figure kept getting closer and she seriously hoped it was no one she knew from her old school. She had hoped to spend the next few weeks keeping a low profile until she figured out what to do with her life. Every firm however that she had applied to was simply not hiring at the moment. <br><br>Thankfully however when the person finally came into view, it was no one she recognised and a distinct sigh of relief escaped her. He was cute, unbelievably so and she wondered if he was new into town. If he was she had no trouble telling him to run for cover, to get the hell out of Dodge while he could. She offered him a smile, it wasn't a beaming smile by no accounts Isabelle simply didn't do gracious and hospitable the way her sister-in-law did. In fact she never had. For a brief moment she thought he knew her but that quickly passed, he was gorgeous and knew for sure that if he had been part of this hick town while she had been living here, she might have seriously considered her options.<br><br><strong>"Hi"</strong> she said aloud, her voice still the same sultry tones as it had always been, enough to drive the boys crazy and the girls to jealousy. She seriously didn't think she would answer his question of 'how it was going', she rarely did those sort of vague questions and yet she found herself smiling benignly at him.<br><strong>"Alright thanks and you?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 07:23:47</strong>
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				<em>Oh God, did I really just ask her 'How's it going?'</em> he thought to himself. If ever he wanted to do a facepalm it was now. Keeping his composure, he noticed the errant dog running off in the distance and said, "I'm good. Looks like your friend has found something to chase for awhile. Need any help getting him back?" <br><br>He had stopped running and realized that she didn't seem to recognize him. That feeling was both odd and demoralizing, he realized. This woman who had given him hell by teasing and tormenting him throughout their school years couldn't even recognize him. Sure, he'd changed, but not so much that he looked substantially different in the face. He remembered all the ways she used to tease and tempt the entire male student body, shaking her finely shaped ass around the halls and wearing those blouses that split down the middle to reveal her ample cleavage and the most inconvenient of times. <br><br>And then he remembered the names she and the others would call him. 'Geek' and 'nerd' were nothing. Her mere tone when speaking to him had been emasculating and had left him feeling numerous times like the lowest being on earth. Her not-so-subtle ways of challenging his heterosexuality in front of others began to also play out in his head and he had to work to choke back a wave of raging anger toward this tormentor he hadn't seen in so many years. He realized that her lack of recognition only fed his feelings and it was then that he'd decided that no matter what her qualifications, he was going to help her find work at Focker Industries.<br><br>"I don't think we've ever met before," he said, playing off of her seeming lack of recognition earlier. "My name's Andre. Are you new in town?" he asked the girl. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 10:27:23</strong>
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				She wished now she had not stopped to speak, the townspeople would already know from Julie and Daniel that she was home. The gossip mill had always been alive and kicking, she had fed it often enough when she had been younger, whether it was juicy rumours of others purported to be true or her vast achievements. He really didn't look familiar at all to her and soon she was following his gaze to where Fuzzle was chasing blindly after some small creature. <br><strong>"Most likely found a hare</strong>" she shrugged, the cold air wrapping itself about her and making itself known. A slight shiver raced through her, cursing herself for not having worn a jacket she crossed both arms about her chest, tucking her hands in tight. Why wear a scarf but no other warm essentials, surely she knew by now that no amount of jumpers here in Farnsdale would keep her warm. <br><br>Did she need help? Isabelle glanced off down the track again before shaking her head.<br><strong>"No, he'll find his way home"</strong> another shrug lighter this time, she seriously couldn't be bothered now staying around to speak to any one no matter how handsome he was. She had dealt with her share of drop dead gorgeous guys her entire life and yet as she turned to regard him once again, she had the distinct feeling that she did know him. It was fleeting of course and she no more contemplated on the matter once it left her mind.<br><br><strong>"No I don't think we have either"</strong> her tone held a distinct haughty tone to it, as if she were talking now to a <em>'blow in'</em>, a <em>'newcomer'</em> to the region and she almost scoffed when he suggested that she was the new one here. Her pale green eyes nearly sparked with disdain.<br><strong>"I grew up here actually"</strong> she remarked rummaging around in her mind for the name Andre but coming up blank, gave it again no more thought. As if she were doing the man now a favour she extended her hand to him.<br><strong>"Isabelle Dwyer"</strong> she told him with a hint of pompousness to her tone. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 07:32:01</strong>
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				There was the Isabelle he remembered. That tone, that look and that snotty way that she had of looking down her nose at everyone else around her. "Isabelle," he said, "it's a pleasure." His composure and control were a honed skill he'd learned while in school. Apparently Isabelle had not learned how to hide her emotions as well as he had, for he knew that he was able to charm the most ungrateful and belligerent folks in town, and she was certainly not even showing genuine respect, other than to haughtily extend her hand to him.<br><br>"Well," he said, ready to continue his jog, "if you're looking for work, stop by my offices some time." He started to run in the direction he had been going previously before he added, "Just ask anyone, they know where my offices are."<br><br>His mind was reeling with all the ways he had wanted to make her life as miserable as she had made his. <em>Wouldn't it be poetic justice to make her grovel to work for me?</em> he thought to himself. Oh, the idea made him shiver a bit. The thought of Isabelle Dwyer on her knees, begging for employment was enough to make him smile...something he hadn't done the entire day. That thought naturally bore the idea of her on her knees performing other duties that were certainly less secretarial. <em>Mmm, now that's an idea,</em> his inner dialogue continued. Yes, her pleasuring him at obeying his commands would be a delightful turn of events in their personal fortunes. <br><br>Taking a path that led back away from Isabelle's house, he made his round back to his office and went inside to shower and clean up. After donning his regular work clothes (http://www.pallmallindia.com/dress_casual.jpg), he sat back at his desk and went to work on the top priority projects that were before him. He couldn't help the distracting thoughts that kept coming back to his mind though. <em>What if she did apply here? What would you make her do to show she REALLY wanted this job?</em> he laughed at his thoughts. Somehow, he was sure, he was going to have to make sure she knew about his opening for an Administrative Assistant...and soon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 09:50:51</strong>
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				Frowning slightly that he had not even bothered to take her hand, Isabelle hastily retracted it. Who did this upstart think he was she mused when her ego took another tumble from its high plateau. The fact that she had to return to this god forsaken place had crippled her ego somewhat as it was but to now have her offer of civility flung back at her and then for this stranger to offer her a job was simply too much. For a long time after he had run off she had simply stood there letting her breath fan the air before her. Did she look as if she were desperately in need of a job for him to even suggest it? She glanced down at herself and found herself frowning again before whistling loudly for Fuzzle to return. Not waiting either way she returned to the house and stomped up to her bedroom.<br><br>It was much later that she resurfaced and with a very determined set to her chin.<br><strong>"Daniel where are our yearbooks?" </strong>she shouted out to him walking along the landing to where the narrow staircase that led to the attic was. Julie however was the one to answer as she left her crafting room just beside the stairs and smiled at her.<br>"Reminising?" she asked stepping up on to the stairs before Isabelle did and asking her to follow her.<br><br><strong>"No, actually"</strong> the haughty tone was still there, it seemed like second nature to her. She had spoken as if she was Queen Bee since she was very little and had never been told that she sounded rude. Her parents had thought it adorable at first and later merely thought she was being assertive and highly approved of this quality in a girl. <br><strong>"I bumped into some one out walking and I wanted to see if I ever went to school with him"</strong> Isabelle eyed the back of her sister-in-law and grimaced. Hating how Julie dressed and spoke as if she were some demure woman, a throw back from the 1950's who wanted only to please her husband. It was sickening to witness and yet her brother and his wife seemed extremely happy.<br><br><strong>"Andre .... Andrew ... ?"</strong> she realised she had not gotten his last name and as she came to stand in the crowded attic and looked about her, she wondered that he had not given it either, <strong>"he said he owns offices in town, he uhm... offered me a job."</strong><br>Well that was technically true though what position he expected her to apply for was truly beyond her. Leaning against her ancient rocking horse she watched as Julie straightened up from a stack of boxes and grinned.<br><br>"Oh you mean Andre Focker " she chuckled well remembering how Isabelle had enjoyed tormenting that particular boy, taking out a yearbook she flicked through the pages until she came to one and passed it with almost a sneer to her sister-in-law.<br>"He's done very well for himself actually, quite the catch here though he's so far managed to stay single. Not from lack of women flinging themselves at him of course. A far cry from when we were all at school together."<br>With that she told her the name of the company he ran, that she could check out the website if she wanted too and then left Isabelle alone. <br><br>Isabelle was staring transfixed at the picture before her, the image of the geeky teenager who she had goaded on numerous occasions stared back at her. He was so very different from the guy she had met today but the more she stared, the more similarities she felt she could glean. No wonder he had not shaken her hand then once he had known who she was. The urge to slap her forehead was strong but instead she gripped the yearbook tightly and made her way down to the computer in the study. It wasn't state of the art or anything, it was at least five years old so it was running much slower than what she was used to but the internet connection was good enough and when finally it kicked in she typed in the name that Julie had told her.<br><br>For a few moments she read through the 'About Us' section before flicking to 'Positions Available'. There were three, one was a basic goafer the general dogsbody of the company which she was sure for an instant he would gladly give her out of spite. The second was a temporary position but this she by-passed instantly noting the title of the third position which had only become available it would seem. Administrative Assistant. She liked the title immediately and began placing her name before it to see how it sounded. What were the chances he would interview her for that particular job? She was qualified that was for sure and would probably run rings around others from the town who applied in terms of her computer experience. <br><br>Isabelle clicked to get the on-line application form and filled it in, it took her nearly forty minutes because she had wanted it word perfect and she had wanted to include referees who would sound as impressive on paper as they were in life. With a deep breath she clicked on the send button and wondered if Andre Focker would really employ the very person who had made his teenage years almost unbearable. She could always reassure him that she had just been a silly young girl but there was no way, even for a brilliant job that she was going to admit to being anything other than perfect.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 18:39:52</strong>
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				When his work was complete for the day, Andre had gone out for his evening meal to the small diner in town. Eating the steak and eggs breakfast/dinner they seemed to perpetually serve as their standard course, he felt pleasantly full and ready to take on a few more hours work before going to his house for the night.<br><br>As he walked back into his office he turned on his monitor and saw his email icon bouncing on the desktop. Opening the program, he saw it was a resumé for the position he'd just listed. He opened and read the information inside the attachment as a smile quickly grew across his face. "And so the game has begun," he said to himself as he looked through her qualifications and experience. He dragged her resumé into the parsing program that would filter through the keywords and assess her validity for the position. <br><br>The program was simple and fast, and within a few moment his screen flashed up a message: "Not qualified." Surprised by his program's reticence, he looked at the summary evaluation and realized it was more to do with a lack of experience than for a lack of actual capability. With a few brief keystrokes he made the necessary adjustments in the HR program to change her status to "Qualified," before picking up his phone. Half-way through dialing her number he paused and sat the receiver back in its cradle.<br><br>He brought up the email program again and reread her cover letter. His smile turned wicked as an evil little thought entered his mind. He clicked "reply" on the email and sent her the following message:<br><br><em>Isabelle, <br><br>I am working late tonight and would be happy to conduct a short interview this evening. You are welcome to come by the office any time before 10:00pm. Should tonight not work for you, I will be in my office all day tomorrow and would be happy to interview you when you have time to stop by. <br><br>AF</em><br><br>After hitting the "send" button, he refocused his attention on the project he'd been working on before dinner, distracted here and there by what potential difficulties he might arrange for poor Isabella's life. He wondered silently why, after all these years, she'd bothered to come back to this town that she always turned her nose up to. Did someone break her heart? Were jobs too difficult to find where she was at before? Had she just lost her way? The firm discipline that Andre had managed to find and use to focus his work did not seem as easily attainable for others, so perhaps she just needed a firm hand to guide her on life's path. The idea widened his wicked grin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 10:42:09</strong>
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				Even minutes after sending her application her finger hovered over the button as if she had not quite decided her own fate or indeed had decided upon it's course but simply could not believe that she had. It was the enticement of the administrators title that had lured her, that and not the handsome face she could recall with perfect clarity. Had she truly tormented him to such a degree that he had ended up ridiculed by others at the school, had been targeted by the entire cheer leading squad only because they followed her lead. Isabelle moved her finger at last and stared at the screen in front of herself. She had been a bitch once and knew she had been but she had moved away from here to get herself away from an image she had more or less grown into. Once a bitch after all it was hard to be known as anything else, everyone had simply expected it of her and no show of mercy was deemed acceptable. <br><br>Isabelle knew she was making excuses now, she was not the same as she was as a young girl. She was still perhaps a bit of a snob and she did have principles and morals unlike many of the other cheer leaders who had been part of her squad back then. Sexual prowess had been a badge of pride that all of them had worn and she wore hers higher than everyone else. What then would&nbsp; they say if they knew that she had performed blow jobs galore, let her boyfriend have his wicked way in every other regard but not once had they had sex. Isabelle Dwyer had left Farnsdale as a virgin and had been proud of that fact. Every jock and cheer leader, every geek and nerd thought they knew her to a tee but they had barely scratched the surface. She had been a bitch because she could be, because it was expected of her in the position she held not just as the head cheer leader but because she had been voted the most beautiful at the school since her freshman year.<br><br>It had been near the end of that year when she knew she had to get out of the place, had to get as far away from Farnsdale as she possibly could and with that one goal in mind she allowed herself to behave whatever way she chose. Not caring who got caught in the crossfire ... until now. She wondered though that if Andrew Focker had grown up continuing to be the geeky looking kid he had been back then would she even be feeling any modicum of regret and she knew she wouldn't. She was still superficial but at least she would not deny her lack of depth to herself. <br><br>She was about to turn the computer off but realised if she did that Julie and Daniel might actually expect her to sit and chat with them and dinner had been difficult enough to sit through without her gagging reflexes kicking in. Staying then at the computer she wrote a few emails to some friends, Marcie in New York telling her of the position she had applied for and Kyla in California who got an edited version of the same email. They had been the only two at college who had understood her or had even tried too but they were Big City girls and Isabelle had simply presumed that they were used to all walks of life. Unlike the close minded small time townies she lived with. She spent the next while reading through other messages before she noticed she had gotten a new one. The email address was not known to her and at first she was simply going to trash it when it suddenly clicked whose email it was.<br><br>Opening it she hastily read through the few lines, feeling excitement and nervous energy building up through her. Was she seriously excited about seeing him again or was it that she was going to be interviewed for the job? She wasn't sure. Glancing at the small clock at the bottom of her screen she knew she had plenty of time and so began to send an email back but soon found a predicament in the very first line.<br><br><del><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Andre,</span></del><br>she crossed it out thinking it too personable especially for an interview and tried again.<br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Mr. Focker,</span><br>here she deleted instantly, there was no way she would call him Mr.Focker. <br>Isabelle closed her eyes knowing full well that if she was offered the position he would most likely insist upon it. Another thought hit her, he had recognised her. He had known who she was would he simply interview her with the intention of telling her she had not gotten the position? Switching off the computer she stared at the blank screen a moment before sense restored itself and she went back to her room. A hasty shower and a change later into an outfit &nbsp;(http://www.polyvore.com/office/set?id=25211605)she thought more than suitable for the position of administrative assistant, Isabelle said a hasty farewell to her brother and sister-in-law before climbing into her car and driving into town. <br><br>Finding his offices was no trouble at all not simply because it was a small town but because they were the most impressive part of the town. She parked up her Golf and after locking it stood before the building wondering what in the world she was to say to him. Did he expect her to apologise for her behavior of so many years ago? She hoped he was going to be professional about this and with that in mind she straightened her skirt a little took a deep breath and pushed open the outer door of the building. Silence greeted her and she frowned a little wondering if she should call out. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 16:19:46</strong>
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				Still dressed in his regular business casual attire, Andre was busy hammering out the code for the new program he was developing for a weapons manufacturer who need a triple layer 32-bit encryption program run for all their files in order to maintain their government contracts. In order to work on this project, Andre had put his whole life out for the FBI to run it's criminal background check so he could gain the necessary clearance levels. Of his three senior programers, only he was allowed to work on any part of this project, making his workload that much harder to deal with. He came to a place of thought saturation and decided to close up shop for the night when he looked at his security feed from outside the building. <br><br>He watched as the little VW parked outside the front door and he sat back down and watched the girl he used to fantasize about walk up the short distance to the front of his building. Most security cameras were fuzzy and inarticulate at best. Andre had spared no expense, however, in his building's security. He wasn't so much concerned about the locals breaking in and stealing supplies as he was concerned with corporate espionage and government sponsored thefts that might harm his business interests. With a click of two keys on his keyboard he zoomed in on the Isabelle's face. He could see every etched line of her furrowed brow as she looked at his front entry. The look of...<em>was it confusion or annoyance?</em>, he wondered...whatever it was, he was just elated to see that she had come so quickly to his office. "She must be desperate. Surely she's figured out who I am by now...I can't imagine she is looking forward to humbling herself enough to ask me for a job after all these years."<br><br>As she reached toward the security panel to request entry, Andre buzzed the intercom as he keyed the magnetic lock on the doors to open them. "Come on in, I'm on the third floor, executive offices are to the right of the elevator," he said before he clicked off the intercom.<br><br>Standing, he looked himself over in the full-length mirror that hung inside his office closet. Not too worse for the wear, he sat back down and opened up Isabelle's resumé again and looked it over briefly as he waited for her to arrive. <em>How badly do you want to work here,</em> he wondered again for the hundredth time that day.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 18:30:48</strong>
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				Nerves caught her a moment as the voice spoke over the intercom, turning her head at first as if she'd come face to face with Andrew or Andre ... damn what had Julie said his name was again? She knew he had told her, had distinctly heard Julie repeat it but she was damned if she could even recall the guy who had been so insignificant to her once upon a time. Now it seemed as if he might end up being her very bread and butter. The thought was not a pleasant one, she had her pride after all and it was one of the few things she held tight too. <br><br>Walking across the floor to where the elevators were, she stepped inside cursing herself for taking so much care with her appearance. Her make up was natural looking, just a hint which always emphasised her own beauty. She wasn't like many others she knew who had to lash on the cosmetics with a heavy hand. Her hair had been tied loosely back in an elegant chignon so that the over all effect was poise, elegance and efficiency. Her nails were not long either as they had been in High School, they were neatly trimmed back easier to use on any keypad. As the elevator made its way up to the third floor she braced herself. He had sounded alright on the intercom, perhaps he had let bygones be bygones a long time ago. They were adults now after all and any foolish teenage games they played should surely be left in the past where they belonged or so she hoped.<br><br>The lift came to a halt and the doors opened slowly, her slender long legs guided her out wards as if she would rather stay behind clinging to the rail of the elevator. She needed this job but just how badly did she want it? The country was in a recession for crying out loud and decent jobs were getting harder and harder to come by. This had seemed perfect when she had read through the job outline. Granted she had no real experience as yet but she did have the University qualifications and unless she was able to secure a job then she'd never get any experience. Turning right she walked towards the executive offices and knocked on the door. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 23:49:55</strong>
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				Hearing the soft, feminine rap on the door to his suite, he walked through the outer office toward the entryway. In the room, several reception couches sat empty and an overlarge, modern desk ready for his new Administrative Assistant. He had been watching her every move through the building on the security feed, zooming in on her face while she rode the elevator. The soft, features of her face highlighted by the well appointed lighting in the one working elevator that ran 24 hours a day. His elevator.<br><br>He straightened his jacket before putting his hand on the doorknob, and took a deep breath before opening the door. As he greeted her, he smiled widely, "Hello, Isabelle, welcome to my office. Please, come in." He made a sweeping gesture with his free hand, showing the way toward his office. "We'll meet back in my office," he said, seeing if she would wait for him to lead or try to take some initiative...or show the same arrogance of her youth, as the case may be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 16:54:58</strong>
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				The door opened swiftly and there he stood again looking devastating clad in a dress shirt and trousers with his tie slightly loose about his neck. How could he be this handsome now when he was nothing at all to look at so long ago? She wanted to scoff before the very thought of ‘personality should have counted popped into her head. Noting the smile she could not help but smile back, it seemed genuine enough and when he used her first name to greet her, she decided she’d follow suit. Lay the foundation so he’d know that if she did get the job, she wasn’t going to be using any stupid titles.<br><br><strong>“Thanks Andrew” </strong>she stepped past him into the spacious office and at first thought this was his own until she took in the number of couches that lined the room. Surely this was more a waiting area which was cemented when he indicated his own office. With another ‘polite’ smile she nodded her head and walked slowly ahead of him towards it. What had he meant by <em>‘we’ll meet back’</em> she wondered but decided she could wonder away while seated in the comfort of his own office. <br><br>Isabelle took in every detail that she passed, not in the slightest bit concerned if the man was checking her out from behind or not. Most did and she was used to it, this particular man however unsettled her a little but it was mainly due to her own poor treatment of him. Was she really getting a guilty conscience at last? She flicked some hair from her eyes and smiled as she entered the other room, if she had treated him badly back then he most likely invited the treatment with poor taste in style or simply being ridiculously nerdy. There was nothing in her view for her to be guilty of, he had after all become a stronger character for it and had done for well for himself to boot. It was typical that Isabelle now saw Andre’s hard work and good fortune as a product of her treatment of him. She moved into the room and stood before his desk, just in front of a pair of chairs but after having enough interviews of late she knew by now not to sit until the interviewer had asked her too. So she waited turning her beautiful face to glance about the room as she did so.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 17:27:53</strong>
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				<em>Stupid, fucking cunt!</em> he wanted to scream so badly. <em>Andre, ANDRE!!!!</em> The worst possible mistake an interviewee could make when putting themselves forth as a viable candidate for a position, where the candidate knows the manager he or she is interviewing with is to fuck up his name. Hell, he'd give her the benefit of the doubt, but he'd even spelled his own name correctly in the email he'd sent her a few hours before. <em>Jesus H. Christ,</em> he so badly just wanted to bend her over his knee and blister her snooty little ass.<br><br>These thoughts raced through his mind as he admired the sway of her hips and the roundness of her ass. And as it happens to often in the animal kingdom, form tends to compensate for lack of manners or grace in social situations and by the time the office door had closed, Andre had let his anger subside. Walking around his desk he motioned to the chairs in front and said, <strong>"Please, have a seat."</strong> As she sat he was certain she would see his name spelled out in big, boldface, letter on his name plate on his desk. If she didn't...how could she possibly hope to be an Administrative Assistant if she couldn't pick up on subtle mistakes she'd made?<br><br><strong>"So,"</strong> Andre began, <strong>"tell me what you've been up to the last several years, Isabelle."</strong> Andre had become a master interviewer. He had only wished to hire the best in each position at his company and never settled for less. His casual manner was intentionally meant to draw any candidate into a sense of ease before he started to really grill them to know their qualifications. Isabelle...Isabelle would be getting a different treatment. <strong>"And why the hell did you move back here?"</strong> he asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 10:16:44</strong>
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				She smiled graciously at him as he asked her to sit down, Isabelle looked so demure and ladylike as she did so. Her long slender legs crossing at the ankle as her knees pressed together. Her mother had drilled the correct way for a girl to sit into her a long time ago. Her eyes roved over his desk and she glanced at the name plate. The 'Andre' swam before her and she realised she had called him Andrew and yet it didn't bother her at all. She found amusing though seeing his surname displayed so proudly when she used to make fun of it religiously. Once telling him that his name was the closest he'd ever come to getting a 'fuck'. Tearing her eyes away to look at him as he spoke she tried now to keep the smirk from her face. This was no time to be nostalgic and looking at him now and how he turned out she was well aware that her statement back then was surely inaccurate now. She refused however to let her mind wander any further, wondering who he took into his bed was not why she was here. <br><br>She smiled at him, about to begin with her college life when he asked her another question. This time the smile froze on her face but she maintained her dignity as best she could. Oh, he knew her alright but that didn't mean she wasn't right for this job and it sure as hell didn't mean, she was going to apologise to him either. With her chin tilted up ever so slightly she began to relate for him her college qualifications and the volunteer work she had done in her time there. The various work experiences she had set herself up for in order to get some form of experience for when she finally graduated. Who could have expected the recession to hit so hard however but she did not give him the 'poor me' sell, she was much too proud for that. <br><br>She listed her goals, her desires for her future career and gave him various reasons why she seriously thought she would be perfect for his company but not once in all of that long spiel did she relate her reasons for returning. With every sentence she uttered she knew she was putting it off but there was no way, not even for this job was she going to admit how desperate she was to him. Especially to him! <br><strong>"I've sent out resumes to various other companies so right now it's all a matter of seeing who bites first"</strong> she finished with what she hoped was a polite smile and not one that seemed strained.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 19:16:31</strong>
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				Andre could hardly believe his ears. If she was honestly going to think he believed her bit about 'it's all a matter of seeing who bites first,' then she was even more highly deluded than she'd been when they were kids. He nodded with the practiced ease of one who'd grown comfortable in his own skin over the years as he listened to her tell her story and saw the change of reaction he got, which pleased him enormously. He was already getting to her, he knew.<br><br>He leaned back in his chair as he watched the subtle changes in her face as she answered his last question, steepling his fingers and pursing his lips slightly. "Come now, Isabelle, be honest," he started, "how badly do you need this job? Do you have any other real options presenting themselves to you at the moment?" <br><br>His keen eyes watched her, observant of every change in her expression, seeking that twitch of her lip or a crinkle in her usually flawless brow that would tell him he'd truly struck a nerve. The pause was only a heartbeat before he continued, "I mean, I don't just hire anyone to be my right hand. You have to be the very best and, quite frankly," he said as he held up her resume, "I see an untested candidate when I read this. Grades and good recommendations from professors aside, what makes you more qualified than any other candidate I might interview?" he added to his last question.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>26-11-2010, 01:31:19</strong>
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				She was too proud to show any humility, refused point blank to grovel at the man's feet. Remembering the boy and teenager was probably at fault there, it bothered her no end to know that she found him attractive now and she knew it wasn't because of his position she had thought him handsome on meeting him earlier without ever knowing who he was. Of course it helped her to think it all mattered, the money, prestige everything and really it all did. She had found that out herself the hard way. It was much easier being the big fish in a little pond instead of being a tadpole in an ocean and that was what she had been when she had left Farnsdale. She had become insignificant. It was just as well that she was a hard worker, that she did have a good work ethic and that she hadn't relied on her body to get her good grades like some girls had done or relied on 'Fathers' wealth and know-who. With her father being dead it wouldn't have mattered anyhow but the fact that he had only been a small towner and not a big shot businessman like those she had come up against, meant she was back of the line for so many things. Good grades didn't always come into it and this she had found out much to her chagrin. <br><br>She heard what he had to say but she had heard this so many times before, so many interviews that she knew she would have been perfect for and yet 'Daddy's' little princess had batted her eyelashes and some bimbo's unprofessional, unqualified ass was hired instead of hers. Isabelle paled considerably, was Andrew .. Andre just trailing her along too? Indignant that her time was being wasted ... again she stared at him. Was he just getting her back then for all the times she had caused him grief? Moving herself to the edge of her seat as if she would get up at any moment and simply leave, Isabelle spoke with a voice calm and reassured.<br><br><strong>"I'm sure that is all you do see but someone who runs a profitable operation such as Focker Industries would surely try to see something more. To excel in today's market is not all about who you know, nowadays because of todays market it <em>has </em> to be about what you know."</strong> Pride was getting the better of her, she had been in this position once too often in the last four months and one rejection after another had hit her hard. Slowly she stood up, not willing to put herself through this again especially for Andre Focker.<br><br><strong>"I won't take up any more of your time"</strong> she stated clearly and then as if she knew how badly she needed this hit her, Isabelle looked at him. Her face was so serious and yet so vulnerable. <br><strong>"I do want this. I want it because I know I'll be the best damned assistant you could ever possibly hope to get. I'll work my ass off for you 24/7 because quite frankly I've done the living it up, I've done the partying and high life. I did all of that when I was supposed to and now is the time for when I am supposed to get my career off the ground and get the next phase of my life started. So I am not a rich man's daughter, so I don't have an address book filled with prestigious names that will be helpful to your business ... that does not mean you won't get the very best out of me."</strong><br><br>She barely paused for breath as she spoke, her green eyes piercing him without blinking.<br><strong>"I was a bitch a long time ago, hold it against me if you want but you'll be the one shooting yourself in the foot in the long run. You'll never get any one who will work tirelessly for you the way I will."</strong> Isabelle was well aware she had just as good as admitted to having no life whatsoever but that really didn't bother her at all. The job was not hers, no heart rendering plea was going to sway him. She wondered briefly if she should have tried the 'sleeping to the top' approach but knew she certainly wasn't that type. Her lower lip almost trembled from her outburst no matter that her voice had seemed so outwardly calm, her hands were definitely shaking and she was glad that they were now clasped tightly around her handbag.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>26-11-2010, 16:16:59</strong>
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				Externally Andre was the calm waters of an undisturbed pond. Inside he was doing everything he could to control himself so that he would not lash out at his old tormentor. Her attempt to stifle her own indignation at his questions evoked something deeply rooted in him that had laid dormant for some time. All of his power and wealth was apparently not communicating itself to her appropriately, or she really didn't care if she got a job or not. Either way, Andre was ready to come unglued. <br><br>He sat for a moment in silent reverie, reigning in his will and gaining his sense of control before he rose and stepped around the desk. Taking Isabelle by the shoulders, he pushed her back down into her seat, reversing the position of power instantly as he stood above her. <strong>"Let me explain a few things. You have no job. You have no prospects for a job. You have come to me asking to work. I am well aware of what I need and an interview is meant for you to prove yourself to your prospective employer. So far, you have shown me that little has changed in your attitude since High School, so if you really do want to work for me you are going to have to prove that, because I am this close,"</strong> he held up his thumb and forefinger in pincer spread half an inch apart before he continued, <strong>"from ending this interview. Now tell me, what are you going to do to prove yourself better than any other candidate, Isabelle?"</strong><br><br>He had not raised his voice too much, only enough to emphasize his point and to take back the control of this conversation. Andre now stood in a position that blocked her escape from the office and made it noticeably difficult for her to try to assert control again. <strong>"Maybe you should consider for two seconds the positions we're both in. Everything is reversed now from when we were younger, Isabelle. I own this town. Everything I want, I only have to ask. If the mayor displeases me, he is replaced. If the police don't move fast enough or write a ticket to someone, they find themselves working night security or on the unemployment line. So, do you really think your tact so far is the appropriate on to take?"</strong> <br><br>The storm inside that had been brew was beginning to calm again. The right order of life was reinstated. He was again the master of his destiny and over all he could see, a king overlooking his empire. <em>Now if she'd just open her eyes and see what he was trying to show her,</em> he thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>26-11-2010, 20:46:22</strong>
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				Expecting him to walk around to where she stood in all her righteous indignation had not once crossed her mind. Isabelle blinked as his hands touched her shoulders, for a fleeting moment she thought he would try to make a move on her. Her insides flipped over, her stomach knotted, her mouth went dry and she found in that split second that she wanted him too. It was like a slap with a cold cloth when he pushed her down into the chair and stood over her. Another cold splash of reality was flung at her, her face paled even more. Her eyes pricked with tears that she would never shed, her pride stung and her features worked to control her own temper from rising. She still thought of him as the stupid boy who had been at the receiving end of a lot of her tirades and even his standing over her, attempting to lord it over her did not change her opinion of him. Her eyes blazed at him as she spoke again. <br><br><strong>"I don't know what you expect me to prove to you but what isn't written down on my application is this"</strong> she hooked her bag around her shoulder before gripping the arms of the chair she sat on, <strong>"I have never been sick a day in my life. Hard to believe I know but I have never missed a day of school, college, part-time job or work experience ever. Unless there is an exceptional reason for a person to be absent I find it an absolute waste of time, money and effort. I type 128 words a minute without error, I have a photographic memory. I am also very well known in this town and I imagine like you are now, not very well liked but it doesn't bother me. People's opinion of me never has bothered me, I have a healthy one of my own. If a person manages to secure my respect they earn with it my absolute trust and loyalty. There is nothing I would not do for that person, my support is unquestionable. There has ever only been one person in my entire life who has earned that level of my respect. I lie convincingly but if I work for you then I will lie for you but never too you, ever." </strong><br><br>Pushing back the chair a fraction she pushed herself upwards as she looked at him, realising she was much too close still and might just have preferred the safe distance of the chair but sitting back down was unthinkable now.<br><strong>"Everything has not been reversed Andrew Focker. Back then I was just a teenager with a severe attitude problem that only one or two actually disputed. You never told me to leave you alone, you never stood up to me. You never defended yourself, if you had I would have respected you enough to have let you be but you didn't. If you ask me you didn't because you enjoyed every moment of it and now what? You think that because you are such a big shot in this town you can act like a prick? I've grown up, why haven't you? I thought you were a pathetic geeky creepy guy back then and I still do now, the only difference being you have more money. You can buy who you want around here but you won't buy me. Yes I want this job but because I deserve it not because you want me to grovel to you. Earn my respect as you should have done back then and I guarantee you that no one alive will do for you what I would do. Money can buy you so much but what is all that when its only fear you see in peoples faces when they look at you."</strong><br><br>She finally took a breather, waiting for him to tell her to get the hell out of his office, waiting for him to remind her that his name was Andre and not Andrew. Her breathing was rapid, she couldn't remember the last time she had spoken like that to anyone but some where in her mind she had a glimpse of how formidable they would be as a team, a working team and she was damned if she would let him boss her around like some pathetic lackey.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>26-11-2010, 23:09:36</strong>
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				Looking her in the eyes as she spoke, Andre's gaze was as icy as hers was heated. When she stood his every impulse had been to force her back into the chair, but he waited and let her say her peace. When she finished he took her face between his palms and said, <strong>"Good. You passed the interview."</strong><br><br>He took his hands back, and turned to walk back to his chair and sat down. Motioning to her seat he said, <strong>"Go ahead, be seated. Unless you have another interview to get to by...."</strong> he checked his watch, <strong>"10 o'clock at night. Of course, I wouldn't know who else would meet this late in the evening in this tiny little town."</strong> Pausing for a moment, he added, <strong>"Oh, and the name is ANDRE, not Andrew. If you're going to be working for me you might want to get that straight."</strong><br><br>He sat back in his chair and waited for Isabelle to decide her next step with Focker Industries.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 00:40:56</strong>
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				Again her expectations were not met, he was turning into more of an enigma than she was used too and she found she liked that a lot! Yet when he took her face in his hands, there was no where in her mind that once relegated him into the categories she had only moments ago spouted. He was not at all geeky to her anymore, not at all creepy or pathetic but she seriously wasn't going to admit that. Her heart quickened so fast she thought it would explode within her, burst from her chest and run a mile with the adrenaline that was now ferociously pumping through her. She had passed the interview? His hands left her face and she almost actually whimpered in protest, catching herself just in time before betraying herself, thankfully he was already moving back to his own chair. <br><br>He flippantly motioned to her seat again and without question she sat down, her eyes did not leave him once as she shook her head. She had nowhere else to go or anywhere else in that moment she honestly would rather be. It was a long time since anyone had intrigued her and Andre was doing so without barely trying.<br><strong>"I know exactly what your name is"</strong> she told him, there was no point in playing that game any more, <strong>"I'd be a fool not to. What would you have me call you?"</strong><br>It was an honest question but if he got smart and asked her to call him something as ridiculous as 'master' she'd be out of her seat and leaving in a flash.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 01:27:59</strong>
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				Andre noticed a certain change to her demeanor as she sat down. No longer combatant and rude, though her remark left a little to be desired. Had he been an evil scientist in his laboratory he'd be rubbing his hands together and laughing evilly, as she was playing to his tune now.<br><br>He opened his calendar on the computer and started scrolling through the days to see which events he needed her to take on immediately. <strong>"I will transfer my calendar to your work station by tomorrow morning. You will be salaried and you will be expected to work whenever I am here. I will start you off at $45,000, with quarterly performance bonuses that are more based on profit sharing than your actual ability to produce something that sells. What your job will be is to keep all the tasks away from me that I don't have to handle and make decisions for those. If you do it right and do it smoothly, the profits increase and so will your bonuses. We'll prorate your first bonus at the end of the quarter, so by mid January you should make 1/3 of what you'd normally see in a good bonus quarter as this quarter has been pretty phenomenal,"</strong> he said. And with that he was off.<br><br>In rapid fired succession he began to tell her about upcoming visits by client/customers, the big project that was consuming his time and how she would have to pass a security clearance background check in the coming month so that she could assist with his main work. Otherwise, her task was to find the people that suited each project the best, and so the personnel packets would be opened for her at her workstation too. <strong>"You will need to get here early tomorrow to meet with HR and do all your onboarding stuff. Make sure you bring your IDs with you to fill out the tax forms and be in my office by 7:30 so we can get started,"</strong> he said.<br><br><strong>"Now,"</strong> he looked away from his computer finally, <strong> do you have any questions? And, have you had dinner tonight?"</strong> he asked.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 02:49:30</strong>
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				Every word he uttered from then on she listened to perfectly, another person just employed might fumble for the search of a pen and paper to jot everything down but Isabelle never had to worry about note taking providing she caught every single word that was uttered. Her photographic memory was not just resigned to reading but to listening and it had stood to her thus far. She was impressed greatly by the salary and bonus that he was willing to pay her but Isabelle was not about the salary, she would have been happy to work for half of that providing the position was the right one. As she watched his every movement now, how his mouth formed each syllable she also knew in a heartbeat that she would have been happy to work for him if he hadn't acted quite the jerk straight off the bat. Yet, some part of her told her that if he had been half the man he seemed to be, she would not now find him so attractive. <br><br>The list of clients and customers were noted and shut away in their own compartment within her mind, as was the times and dates of their visits. Without hesitation she nodded her head, 7:30am seemed more than a normal enough time to be expected in to any office especially with what he was going to be paying her. She did not bat an eyelid against it.<br><strong>"Just one ... you never told me what I was to call you. Boss seems a tad ridiculous and as much as Andre sounds ..."</strong> she had been on the verge of saying delicious when she recalled herself and her new position, <strong>"... fine, will Mr. Focker be sufficient?"</strong><br><br>In regards to his own question she had to think for a moment before she realised that she was actually hungry. She shook her head lightly.<br><strong>"No, I haven't eaten yet".</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 03:14:35</strong>
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				He nodded and apologized when he realized he'd glanced over her prior question. <strong>"Sorry, I get to thinking and can barely get my words out fast enough to keep up with my brain,"</strong> he said. <strong>"Everyone usually calls me Mr. Focker, but I tend to think militarily, so call me 'Sir.'"</strong> He smiled at her as his mind raced through their dining options close by.<br><br><strong>"I think there is a new Chinese place, but it's probably closed by now. Mike's place is about the only thing open this late at night. In the mood for a burger and beer?"</strong> he asked her as he started the shut down protocol on his work station. Before rising from his seat he opened a small terminal that was built into his desk and placed his palm on the reader. Once his bio-identifier was accepted he keyed the appropriate codes to lock down the facility once he'd left and took his keys out of the desk drawer. The lights dimmed, signaling the shut down of the building. <strong>"Ok - elevators will be down in 5 minutes, so we better go,"</strong> he said.<br><br>Isabelle rose at about the same time and they walked to the door together. As he opened it, his far hand brushed against her thigh very briefly. It was the briefest of touches, and yet the electrifying spark that it ignited in Andre pulsed bright red in his gut. For a short moment he was that geeky kid in High School who wanted to hide his face and laugh because he'd touched Isabelle Dweyer's butt. <strong>"Oh, pardon me. I didn't mean...er...."</strong> his voice trailed off as the slightest blush turned his cheeks a rosy shade of pink. For once, he was happy that the building's security system dimmed the lights after giving his palm imprint.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 03:44:39</strong>
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				Isabelle had never once in her life experienced a lack of confidence besides perhaps the times she had been refused for a few particular jobs but never in conjunction with a man. It was ludicrous especially considering her lack of true experience with them, the only male she had really been with had been Michael Bremmin, the quarterback every one had expected her to marry and whom she had broken with as soon as graduation was over. She had seen his lack of potential before she had placed her own gown on and accepted her scroll that day, she had known he would not amount to much. There were strings of boys just like him in plenty other towns across America all suffering under the same delusion that once a hotshot always one. It was the reason she had not relied completely on her cheer leading career, it had been a means to an end and nothing more.<br><br>The idea of a Chinese was a good one but it was late and she normally didn't eat past seven anyway but she stood up and was glad that he said it was closed.<br><strong>"A beer actually sounds great about now"</strong> she smiled, feeling relaxed for the first time all evening, <strong>"Andre?"</strong><br>She had not called him 'sir' as he had asked but there was good reason for that, her voice was almost hushed as if she had spoken his name in a quiet prayer. Saying his name was actually like a breath of fresh air and she found herself wishing for the first time ever that she had not been such a bitch back in school. Apologising seemed easy to him and she begrudged him that much, she had never found it easy to do.<br><br>He led them out to the elevator, his hand lightly brushing her thigh. She felt the shock of the touch run through her and audibly gasped turning to face him as he apologised again. Isabelle could have sworn she had seen his cheeks tinge but as the lights had dimmed so quickly she could not be sure. Instead she walked with him to the lift.<br><br><strong>"I'm sorry too"</strong> she finally said as the elevator swished open and they got in. Her hand reached out just as his did, her naked palm grazing across his hand. The same current she had experienced earlier bolted through her again, so that this time she could not deny its presence&nbsp; nor could she deny the fact that Andre Focker was having a profound effect on her. <br><br>Removing her hand swiftly she practically pressed herself against the far wall of the elevator, trainging her gaze to the numbers over head that indicated the floors.<br><strong>"For ... being a bitch so long ago."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 04:09:21</strong>
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				<em>My God, did she feel that too?</em> he wondered as her open palm touched the back of his hand. He looked at her from the corner of his eye as he moved back and saw her, he thought, intentionally looking at anything but him. For once he was grateful for a slow moving elevator in his building. Taking the initiative she had so recently reminded him that he never took in school, Andre turned to face her, his face just a breath away from hers. Her face already uplifted, he took her face in one hand, holding her soft cheek in his palm as he leaned forward slightly kissed her. <br><br>His lips met hers with the smallest of touches, but it soon grew deeper. His mouth parted, as a low moan whispered between them. For a moment he couldn't tell if it had come from him or from her and he didn't really care as it expressed his feelings as much as he thought it may be expressing hers. Ever so slightly his tongue darted out, tasting the sweetness of her lips before their kiss was broken by the ringing of the elevator's chime notifying them they had arrived at the first floor. <br><br>Stepping back from her he said, <strong>"Shall we take my car? It's probably more comfortable than your VW."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 12:07:44</strong>
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				She knew he was close beside her, she could feel his presence as if it were a weight that bore down on her. Isabelle could smell him and instantly relegated his scent to memory. What had changed so suddenly she didn't know but there had been a definite spark in that touch as fleeting as it was. Her eyes were so intent on everything else that when he stood before her, her beautiful eyes widened slightly and her mouth opened as if she would protest but knew she wouldn't. Her heart rate took off like a juggernaut as his palm gently touched her cheek. Isabelle had been kissed plenty of times but not one single one compared to the gentle brush of his lips on hers. The pressure intensified almost instantly, from a crawl to a sprint. Every inch of her melted into the feel of his lips on hers, the exquisite sensation of this delicious torment was breathtaking. The softest moan lingered in the air between them, covering them in its innocence as two who had been so estranged were united. <br><br>Only when the bell chimed the arrival to the ground floor, did their lips part. Her eyes stared in wonder at him, only noticing then that her hands had slid along his shoulders. When had she done that? Blinking rapidly she hastily retracted them as Andre stepped back from her. She stared in amazement again at him.<br><strong>"You know what car I drive?"</strong> she could not help but smile now, though she still felt very much overwhelmed by the experience in the elevator, <strong>"We can take your car."</strong><br>Unlike him she had no clue as to what he drove but that didn't bother her, what was bothering her was the effect her new boss was having on her and in such short a time. The kiss still tingled on her lips, finger tips gently rose to touch the skin lightly before moving them off to the side as if to brush some hair away.<br><br><strong>"What else do you know about me that you haven't read in my application?" </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 15:31:39</strong>
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				Andre smiled at her when she acted surprised that he'd known what she drove. That smile broadened she she asked <strong>'What else do you know about me...?</strong> Taking hold of her hand he turned and started walking as she kept up with him. Not looking at her as they went through a side door and into a darkened private garage, he spoke softly as they approached his Mercedes-Benz SLS-AMG (http://www.thelatestnews.in/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/Mercedes-SLS-AMG.jpg), a specialty car usually sold in India but which Andre had approached the German car maker to build one for him, with the steering column on the left side of the vehicle.<br><br>As they drew close to his car, Andre confessed, <strong>"I have security cameras all over the building. I saw you drive up."</strong> He pressed the button on the key fob in his pocket and the doors rose up to embrace their passengers as the engine roared to life. Andre helped Isabelle into her seat and then walked around to the driver's side to get in. As he was seated the car began to lower the doors, sealing them in place as he put the vehicle in gear. He switched the transmission to automatic and they took off out of the private garage in the direction of Mike's Sports Bar, taking the road gently in the luxury car. As they took the first graceful curve away from the office, Andre's hand slid into Isabelle's lap, his fingers tracing gently along her thigh, <strong>"I also know that you're hot as fuck for me, and have been since you saw me running earlier today,"<strong> he said.</strong></strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 20:57:36</strong>
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				Many thoughts plagued her as they walked to his car, off through a side entrance and into a dark garage. She glanced about her unsure and instantly his hand was holding hers, as if reassuring her that all was fine. Isabelle knew this was the last person in the world she should trust but she was willing to start somewhere. The car they neared was stunning, sleek and silver and so much more compared to her own car. She felt a pang of regret for being disloyal to the pale green car but shrugged it off. She had never seen anything like this, it was like some futuristic state of the art car. If he was attempting to impress her, it was working. Unable to help the smile that came easily now to her at his confession she realised something as the doors opened upwards. He was honest to a fault. He could so easily have lied about so much, bragged and tossed his weight about but he hadn't. Isabelle glanced at him as he came to help her inside, another facet of his personality that intrigued her. <br><br>Andre Focker was a gentleman. She clipped her seat belt in place, delighting in the spacious comfort of the interior. For all its magnificence however her eyes returned time and again to Andre, he was an enigma to her. As they drove along she glanced out the window. The car was very low and she had never seen the road from this perspective before. It felt fast and dangerous. A hand on her lap distracted her thoughts and she glanced down to see Andre's fingers gliding softly along her thigh. She swallowed, closing her eyes a moment as she sucked in her lower lip. The friction, undercurrent whatever it was between them was still there. It was there when they were close to one another and more so when they touched. Every inch of her was craving him, she badly wanted to press her legs together as her strawberry lips seeped her delicious wetness onto her panties. No one had ever caused such strong reactions in her before. His words sounded crude and yet were insanely accurate. Was he expecting her to answer him? It had been more a statement than a question. Her eyes tore from his hand to look at him.<br><strong>"Are you trying to tell me that you aren't the same for me?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 21:17:55</strong>
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				As they rolled to a stop at an intersection, Isabelle's words rang in Andre's ears. His hand moved with the greatest of ease as he lifted it from her leg toward her chin. Along its path, the back of his hand brushed lightly over her breast, yet firmly enough that she couldn't have missed the touch. <strong>"I'm a man, Isabelle. Fully functional and having sexual thoughts every 6 seconds like any other man. To ask me if I'm hot for you is like asking if the sun will come up tomorrow,"</strong> he said. <br><br>While it was true that he had wanted her badly since he'd first known her, Andre was unwilling to give her the satisfaction of knowing this fully. It may come at a later time, but he was certain her desires were barely contained at the moment, whereas he had complete control. His thumb and forefinger held her chin for a brief second as he looked in her eyes, the intensity of his control and authority over his world clearly evident. He was not haughty or arrogant. He was simply comfortable in his own skin. A man who had come into his own.<br><br>Letting his hand fall again, he turned his attention back to the road as he made the turn toward Mike's, his hand falling again into Isabelle's lap. This time his fingers were pressed against her inner thigh, just above the knee where her skirt had ridden up when she'd sat down. As he drove his fingers explored her flesh, feeling the heat radiating from her skin and between her thighs as he continued to torment her with his teasing touch. <strong>"Besides,"</strong> he added after a short pause, <strong>"it wasn't my feelings that were being commented on. You asked me what I knew about you and I was telling you."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 21:46:09</strong>
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				Was this what he had in mind all along? Offer her a position so that he could happily grope her? Isabelle was not an easy lay, many had tried and all had failed. She had come up against every attempt under the sun to get her to put out and sure she'd go so far but this was ridiculous. He was now her boss and as attracted as she was to him, it just wasn't right. Confusion etched her beautiful face as his hand left her leg. It was only a graze but it still caused her to gasp, as his hand moved upwards brushing dangerously across her breast. She could have cried at the fact her nipple hardened instantly but his fingers cupped her chin and her face ws turned to look at him. His words caused her an indescribable amount of embarrassment, maybe she had imagined it all then. Maybe it was only her wanting him, he was just reacting to her. What guy wouldn't when the opportunity presented itself as it had. <br><br>She stifled any words that wanted to contradict him, feeling like a petulant child learning that she is not the prettiest girl in the room but just like every one else. His hand left her face again and she pulled it sharply away, glaring out the window and away from him. When she felt the pressure of his hand on her leg again she gasped. This was not fair and she didn't have to put up with it, employees had rights and he was violating hers. Slender hands moved down to cover his as his fingers tormented her. Isabelle could not believe that she felt torn between leaving his hand there to continue its exploration or moving it. The latter won out as she forced his hand from her leg.<br><strong>"You might think about sex every 6 seconds but remember I am working for you now. That does not include these kind of fringe benefits."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 22:04:11</strong>
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				As Isabelle was removing his hand, Andre was pulling into the parking space outside of Mike's. He turned in his seat after pushing the ignition button to kill the engine and looked at Isabelle again. <strong>"I'm sorry? Did you think I was expecting anything from you? Did I make your job dependent on sexual favors?"</strong> he asked. <strong>"Maybe you mistook my lingering touch for something it wasn't. Or perhaps your kissing me on the elevator was only my idea. Or maybe that scent I keep smelling of your pussy weeping for my touch is what is telling me that your feigned protest is utter bullshit, darling."</strong><br><br>The doors were still locked, and for once Andre was thankful that he'd not bothered to read the manual to disengage the factory preset child-saftey lock on the passenger door. Leaning closer to her he spoke more softly, but the tone of command still resonated underneath, <strong>"It's the same scent I smelled this morning. No one bottles that smell and you reek of it. Your pulse quickens and your breath catches every time I move. You think I don't notice the way your body reacts to me? How the hell do you think I've succeeded thus far in business if it wasn't by being able to read people. If I DID make your job dependent on sexual favors, of any variety I might choose, do you think I would believe for one second that you would quit or try to sue me? You know as well as I do that you want to taste what you missed when we were kids, especially now that we're all grown up."</strong><br><br>As he finished his minor diatribe he pushed the lock control that opened both doors and he got out. Walking around to the other side he offer Isabelle his hand as he ducked down and added one more note for her consideration, <strong>"You would do well to learn to be more thankful to those that help you out in life, Isabelle. Your lack of gratitude and appreciation for others is what got you your reputation for being a supreme bitch thus far. It will not fly with me and it will not last any longer if you are to remain in my employ."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 22:31:16</strong>
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				Her face paled considerably when he spoke to her. They were now parked up outside of the bar and all she wanted was to get out of&nbsp; his car now before she did something completely stupid that she'd regret later. He seemed to know exactly what buttons to press on her and with every sentence he uttered Isabelle wanted nothing more than the ground to open up and swallow her. She shook her head, trying to make sense of it all. It was as if he were blaming her for the sparks that had passed between them, blaming her for the kiss in the elevator. Was this how it was going to be? They couldn't even make it an hour in each others presence without trying to do a battle of wills. He was now maintaining she stank of arousal, as if she were nothing more than a bitch in heat. Again mortified she glanced away from him. Had it been so wrong to try to keep some sort of professional conduct between them? The elevator had happened, too fast for her to prevent it and she wasn't sure she could have anyhow. Every word he uttered was truth personified. She did want him and with hand on heart knew she wanted him more than she had wanted anyone in her entire life. It frightened her no end, especially considering their history together.<br><br>The door lock clicked and she watched as hers opened. Andre was around to her side to help her out instantly but he was not done talking, not by a long shot. Now she felt as if he were being completely unfair to her.<br><strong>"I wasn't being a bitch"</strong> her voice was low, for the first time hinting at how unsure she was of herself around him. Slowly she undid the seat belt and turned to slide her legs out of the car but Andre had not moved so her exit was still hampered. Her green eyes gradually moved up wards until she was looking into his eyes. She had told him earlier she would not lie to him and she was truthful then just as she intended to be now, come what may.<br><strong>"I can't help ... how I react to you. I've never ... I mean." </strong>she felt and sounded like a foolish school girl a role she was completely unaccustomed too, <strong>"I want you, I do ... I was only trying to bring our professional relationship on to neutral footing." </strong><br>Her eyes continued to look at him as other words rushed through her unspoken. <em>'It scares me how much I want you. It scares me how much I feel out of control when I'm close to you.'</em><br><br>Maybe accepting the position had not been a good idea, she inhaled deeply and frowned. Trying to gather any vestiges of her pride that was left to her.<br><strong>"So I am to be grateful not just for my job but for every kiss, for every grope too?</strong>" she asked pushing herself up and out of the car almost colliding with him. Their bodies were practically touching now, she could feel the impulse building in her to touch him. Her hands clasped tightly into fists to stop herself from doing just that. <br><strong>"Being a supreme bitch helped me survive this awful town for so long"</strong> was all she had left in her to say.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 01:42:27</strong>
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				Andre stood his ground. He had her cornered, with nowhere to go without pushing him forcefully out of her way. Her words roiled in his mind as his breathing quickened slightly. A burning heat radiated deep in his eyes. Not the heat of hatred, but certainly of anger. He was not used to be disagreed with. He was commander of an army of a company that all marched to his orders. Here his newest employee was trying to tell him he was wrong. <em>Like hell,</em> he thought.<br><br>Looking down, he saw her blouse open the tiniest bit. Seeing the cleavage beneath, an overwhelming urge hit the pit of his stomach and rose to overpower his control. With the swiftest of moves, usually reserved for the more athletic of his classmates, Andre's hand dipped into her shirt and found its mark. At the tip of her breast, under the cup of her bra her nipple was already pebbled at his forefinger and thumb grasped it hard and he pinched.<br><br>Holding tight to her tit he moved even closer, his nose almost touching hers as he looked her in the eye, <strong>"I will let go as soon as you admit that everything I do makes you want to part your legs and beg for my cock to fill you. I will keep pinching this nipple until you confess to me that you have a hard time being thankful and that you want to learn how to thank me for any attention I pay you. Being a supreme bitch may have been your defense mechanism in school, but it did you no favors, no matter what you think. Now you have an opportunity to learn how to live in a more appropriate way."</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 18:03:46</strong>
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				She had thought he would have the decency to give her some room, to take a step back and let her breath without him having such blatant disregard for her personal space but then again she was noticing that Andre Focker seemed to have a blatant disregard for everything. He stood some bit taller than her and his towering form and larger than life presence was having its desired effect. Isabelle felt uncomfortable, intimidated but she was by no means throwing in the towel. She did not however expect him to simply push his hand inside the&nbsp; low cowl of her jumper (http://www.polyvore.com/office/set?id=25211605). <br><br>At the time she had thought the top appropriate for an interview that it was by no way revealing but how was she to know that he would be standing so close and be so forward. His hand moved swiftly, too swift for her own as they reached up to stop him. Inside the lace of her bra he groped, violently taking possession of her nipple and pinching it. She gasped, shutting her eyes tight as her teeth nipped on her lower lip. <br><br>Without even looking at him she knew he had come closer, his fingers pinched a little tighter and she gasped again opening her eyes to look up into his. His face was too close to hers and his fingers aggressive in their undertaking. He was crazy he had to be, did he really think she'd confess to anything like this? She could feel his breath on her face and squirmed to move away but his fingers told her instantly there was no leaving. Her hands reached up gripping his wrist, as her eyes pleaded with him. <br><br><strong>"Is that what you want?"</strong> she was not new to being the aggressor what she was new too was the position he was putting her in. She felt trapped but not willing to back down. <strong>"You want me to ..."</strong> his fingers continued to pinch, she was clearly not saying what he wanted to hear. Her hands fell from his wrist as she reached out to hold onto his arms, her legs felt as if they would give beneath her. The pain was incredible, she had experienced nothing like it before. It hurt and yet it caused her pleasure and Isabelle hated him for it.<br><br><strong>"Let go of me"</strong> her eyes snapped back to his again and though now they were filled with tears from the pain he inflicted as well as the humiliation she was feeling, she felt more anger than anything else. His fingers continued their relentless assault causing her to cry out, glad that the street was barren of pedestrians at the is hour she turned her head burying it into his shoulder as her own hands gripped his arms. She would not confess, not to wanting him to fuck her when she had never had any one before him. She would not confess to being slow to thank people either, especially him when his attentions caused her nothing but confusion and pain. <br><br>To live in a more appropriate way? Was the guy for real? Isabelle lifted her head slowly trying to absorb the pain and deal with it. She had been a cheer leader after all, the captain and the amount of broken bones she had accumulated over the years had given her a higher threshold than most for bearing against pain. She conceded however that she would rather a broken leg any day of the week than the agony he was putting her through. Her face leaned against his for a moment, her mouth close to his ear so that her soft breath fanned the sensitive skin. It was unintentional but she didn't care.<br><br><strong>"I'm grateful you gave me a job.... I admitted to wanting you ... but ... that's my body. Bodies are flesh and that ... is weak"</strong> the grip of his fingers on her nipple remained and as tears finally slid slowly down her face she moved to look at him again, her eyes stared up into his, <strong>"My mind is my own. Hurt me if that's what gets you off. I've grown up and am trying to move on, you've stepped backwards Andre. You're just a bully now but one with money. Does doing this make you feel better? You disgust me ... I wanted to believe you were different but you're not. You're just like every other ass hole out there. Now ... let .. go ... of me!"</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 05:39:26</strong>
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				Still not satisfied with her response, Andre chose to change tacts. He released her nipple and drew his hand out of her blouse, but still maintained the tight confines of space that he had kept until then, not giving her an extra inch with which to move. His legs positioned defensively to keep any sharp thrusts of her hands or a wicked kick of her legs from connecting with his more sensitive spots, worked to pin her into the car, unmoving as his knees dog into her thighs.<br><br>Rather than withdrawing his hands completely both moved to her thighs as his gripped them viciously, bruising her tender flesh as he spoke with a soft, menacing tone, <strong>"I have by no means stepped backwards. You told me not 20 minutes ago that would have respected me had I stood up for myself in school. Now that your faced with a man who is capable of standing up for himself you still aren't showing respect,"</strong> and suddenly one hand shot up to grip her face in a pincer-like grip. <strong>"You want to be told you're wanted, I already have when I gave you the job. But I want <span class="bbc_u">so</span> much more than your hard work, Isabelle. My...appetites are vast, I've learned."</strong><br><br>And with those words spoken the breath of a space between their parted lips closed as Andre's met hers, leaning her body back into the seat as his firm grip transformed into a gentle caress of her neck. Feeling the slender lines of her veins and arteries issuing forth their life to her body he was overwhelmed for just an instant by the power that lay in his touch. With the simplest of movements he could stop the flowing of that blood with a mere pinch, or cut off her breath with a bit harder of a squeeze. Sensing the fear that emanated from her tensed muscles, Andre's fingers relaxed on her leg, flowing easily under the hem of her skirt as it rode up under his touch. <br><br>With the greatest of ease his hand was parting her legs as he felt her inner thighs' burning heat radiating onto the palms of his hand. As he probed deeper, his fingers came to rest over her mound from whence that heat began, and it was as if his fingers were singed from the intensity of her wetted passion. Slowly his hand on her neck drifted down, cupping her breast he'd so recently tormented in a gentle embrace of his fingers as he kneaded the tender globe and broke his kiss to whisper, <strong>"Tell me you want me, Isabelle, I want to hear you say it again."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 14:13:00</strong>
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				She felt relief gnaw at her as he released her nipple, it didn’t bother her so much that he had not moved back. Her hands reached to straighten her top when she realised she was more pinned in than before. Isabelle eyed him wearily wondering why he got such a thrill out of doing this but knew that was a pathetic question even for her. His hands touched her thighs then, rough beneath the light woolen fabric of the skirt. <br><strong>“Ow”</strong> she whimpered knowing she bruised easily and dreading the mark she would find later. His voice changed again as he spoke to her. Did the man not realise that this sort of behaviour was not what won respect?<br><br>She opened her mouth to speak but his hand gripped her face before a single word was uttered. Her eyes stared into his, a tremor of fear and excitement gripped her as she realised he was going to kiss her. Of course she should stop him but barely had he stopped speaking when his mouth closed on hers. His lean body pushed her back against the seat of the car again. Isabelle whimpered against his mouth, her legs moved to stop herself from being laid out but it was a futile move. As his hand moved along her neck she could not believe that one gentle stroke would have her opening her mouth willingly. <br><br>His hands were not staying still however and Isabelle attempted yet again to move beneath him, every fiber of her being seemed clenched. He wouldn’t dare do anything else to her, surely not here? His hand however traveled along her thigh up beneath her skirt. Whimpering she tried to move her head, to tear her lips from his but his other hand held her in place and yet her hips were slowly beginning to rock towards his touch. Appalled at herself she tried to simply quell the tremors that slithered through out her. A gasp escaping as his fingers simply idled on her mound. Her eyes gazed at him, imploring him to stop and yet the rest of her body was saying otherwise.<br><br>As his hand left her neck she gasped again as it cupped her breast, kneading it as if it belonged to him. The full beautiful orb aching for more as her nipple tingled beneath his fingers. She was too wet to deny she wanted him. A sob tore out of her as he whispered to her. Hands that had been pushing up until now uselessly against his shoulders clenched and unclenched on his jacket. Releasing them she slid one hand along his arm, attempting to halt further progress from her mound. <br><strong>“I want you” </strong>it was a throaty confession, <strong>“I want you Andre.”</strong><br><br>But one that she would not allow to be fulfilled, she was already imagining his sneering face if he ever discovered she was a virgin. How he would mock her for not giving it up all of these years, but she had stuck by her guns. There had been no one in her opinion good enough, worthy enough to deflower her and yet as she gazed at him, with nothing short of fear in her eyes, she had a fleeting notion that perhaps there was one after all who was.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 15:30:26</strong>
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				Acting quite as if nothing at all had happened, Andre stood back, giving Isabelle room to move and get out of the car. He straightened his jacket and kept his face very neutral, sure to slacken his muscles around his jawline so that no appearance of a smirk would appear. The last thing he wanted her to think is that'd he'd be gloating over this minor conquest. There was still so much more in store for her even tonight.<br><br>Andre held out his hand for Isabelle and said, <strong>"Right, who's thirsty then?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 15:43:39</strong>
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				Her body shuddered, fear was about to take complete control of her because for the first time in her life Isabelle Dwyer was not in control of anything. When he moved away from her, she continued to lay there disheveled and confused. Wondering what else he had in store for her but he stood back, giving her enough room to actually get out of the car if she wanted too. Tentatively she sat up and stared at him, one hand straightened her skirt while the other tried to fix her hair which though slightly tousled made her look positively edible and fuckable. She waited for the gloating remark as she gingerly stepped from the car but none came. Anxiously she eyed him, her entire world felt as if it had turned on it's axis in the past few hours and all she wanted to do now was go home and lick her wounds.<br><br>He held his hand out to her and tempted as she was to take it she shook her head slowly.<br><strong>"It's getting late, I have an early start in the morning. I should really head home now"</strong> she was visibly shaking and as she pulled her hand bag back along her shoulder she took a step away, <strong>"I'll make my own way back to my car."</strong><br>She faltered a moment, chancing a gaze up at him. Wondering what he would do to her now that she had turned down his drink and hoping nothing, considering she was trying to go home so she would be in some fit state to work for him the next day. She knew the night ahead would be restless and sleep would not come easily to her, especially now.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 16:04:07</strong>
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				Grabbing her by the elbow, Andre began walking toward the entrance, Isabelle in tow. <strong>"Don't be that way, Isabelle,"</strong> he said gently as he opened the door and shifted her through the entrance before him. He stood behind her, blocking her escape should she try to resist. Keeping one hand on her upper arm, his other reached down and cupped her ass. Squeezing softly, a small moan escaped his lips. <strong>"Nice,"</strong> he complimented her. <br><br>Guiding her to a secluded booth, he sat her down before sitting across from her, perching his foot on the bench she was sitting on. <strong>"Just one drink, I promise,"</strong> he said with a soft smile. He held up two fingers to the bartender and returned his attention to Isabelle. In a hushed tone he asked, <strong>"So tell me why your so wanting to leave if you're wanting me as you finally confessed?"</strong> As he asked the question his foot on the floor came out of its shoe and slowly began to move up the length of her calf. The soft silk of his sock fluttered gently with the firm pressure of his foot as he made his way toward her knee.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 17:31:17</strong>
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				He gave her no chance whatsoever to move any further, taking her elbow and guiding her briskly to the bar and opening the door. She bit her lip taking a deep breath as they walked inside, heads turned immediately but she ignored them all. No doubt tongues would be wagging the moment they turned their backs. Isabelle took a step back almost reflexively only to have Andre cup her ass and squeeze it. She blushed at his word and felt the pressure of his hand upon her arm once again as he moved her along to a booth. <br><br>Glad to be free of his arm she slid inside, placing her bag down beside her on the bench when she noticed his foot strategically placed there as if this was to stop her from leaving. She glanced at him then and felt her heart skip completely when he smiled at her. It transformed his face entirely and even his tone seemed to have changed. Confused once again by him she nodded her head, one drink was fine surely. His hand moved upwards as he signaled to the bartender and Isabelle took that moment to gather herself, to calm the screaming nerves that threatened to send her rocketing into this man’s arms.<br><br>His voice much lower directed at her, she opened her mouth to reply but clamped it shut again. What could she say that he would actually believe? What could she say that would not have him reaching across pinching her again? The sudden and unexpected sensation of his socked foot gliding from her calf to her knee caused her to yelp aloud. Nearly jumping up from her seat it took all her concentration to relax or appear too at least as she sat back down. Knowing that she had just drawn eyes on them once again.<br><br><strong>“I have to be up early in the morning. I can’t be late for my first day”</strong> her voice trembled, it was soft and hushed as he had been but more from being unsure of herself around him than of wanting to keep her voice from traveling to others.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 18:28:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Andre chuckled softly. Still the same excuse was being used, and he supposed it was a good time to be as blunt as possible. Reaching across the table he took her hand gently in his. His thumb gracefully played across the top of her knuckles. The bartender brought their drinks to them and hurried off to attend to other matters as Andre kept his gaze locked with Isabelle's. <strong>"Just stop,"</strong> he said as he lifted his glass to take a sip. It was now or never, he supposed. Time to make the forward advance.<br><br>He leaned forward as he whispered, <strong>"You won't be late if you go home with me, darling. Now drink up so we can go see just how much you truly want me."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 22:22:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When he was gentle with her, her very insides seemed to quake. She turned to absolute jelly as now when he leaned across the table to her and took her hand in his. Isabelle waited a moment as if certain he would tug on each digit until it hurt but his thumb merely caressed its way across each knuckle. Her eyes could not move from his, feeling spellbound she barely noticed the bartender arrive and leave again. <br><em>"Just stop."</em><br><br>She was unsure for a moment what she was supposed to stop but soon knew that he thought she was just feeding him a line. Had he no clue how much he effected her? Did he really think that if she went home even now that she would be able to fall asleep contently and slumber blissfully through the night? She would be able to do neither, certain that all she would do was to sit on the window seat in her old bedroom and stare blankly at the Oak tree that her childhood swing still hung from.<br><br><strong>"I can't go home with you" </strong>again her insides flipped this time at being referred to as 'darling' but she knew she couldn't. He obviously thought she had more experience with men than she actually had and where once she had been so proud of her virginity, she was now extremely embarrassed about it. Moving her hand to pick up her glass she retracted it again hastily, it shook almost violently and she blushed crimson. Why was he doing this to her? Why did he have to be him of all people that she reacted so differently too?<br><strong>"Please..."</strong> <em>'don't make me, don't bully me into it'</em> she wanted to whisper along with that solitary word but bit down on her lower lip instead.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 22:51:01</strong>
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				Fishing a slender piece of ice out of his scotch, he took the frozen cube and reached to Isabelle's lips. With the greatest of ease he caressed her lips with the frozen cube, sliding it over the deep red of her lipstick, letting the melting liquid glisten with the refracted light of the overhead spot that lit their booth in dim shades. <strong>"Isabelle..."</strong> he began before pausing and thinking through his next words. He sighed lightly as the remnant of the ice slipped between her lips as he pushed it into her mouth. <strong>"I want you to come home with me tonight. I've grown used to not taking 'no' for an answer,"</strong> he continued. <br><br>Brushing back a stray strand of hair that had fallen down over her cheek, his fingers brushed against her ear gently before he returned it to the table. <strong>"I promise you, you'll wake up fine in the morning,"</strong> he grinned wickedly at the thought. Thinking as quickly on his feet as he did when making a deal for his company, he moved as swift as a cat to the seat beside Isabelle. Reaching his far hand across his body, he kept hold of hers as his nearer hand snaked into her lap. <br><br>Leaning close he whispered so very softly so that only she could hear what he was about to say, <strong>"I know you are already wet with the idea of feeling my cock inside you. There is no sense in trying to deny it. All you would be doing is delaying the inevitable, sweetheart, if you decide to leave me with blue balls tonight. Eventually you will make your way to my bed, but then it will be much harder for you. Tonight, tonight I would be gentle with your tender body. If you wait, I cannot guarantee my tenderness to last another day."</strong> As his lips were so close to her neck, he snuck a soft kiss behind her ear as his heated, scotch-tinted breath blew on her ear. <strong>"Now, reach under the table with your hand and feel the prize you want so badly to claim with your sexy cunt,"</strong> he growled in a commanding tone.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 23:31:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She gasped as he reached across with a sliver of ice from his drink and placed it against her rosy lips that parted as if delighted by his attention. She cursed herself for not being stronger willed against him but he seemed to have an unerring way of shattering any defenses she had. He brokered no tolerance of her arrogance and she could not help but feel a strong attraction to him because of it. Of course she knew she was strongly attracted to him in other aspects as well. Closing her eyes a moment as a teardrop of ice dropped to her chin, she heard his words as he pushed the ice chip passed her lips and softly shook her head. A tendril of hair fell close about her face and again Andre demonstrated his unerring gentleness by brushing it back behind her ear. Isabelle looked up at him then as he suddenly moved to the seat beside her and rested his hand upon her lap. <br><br>Instinctively she tensed, she could not help it nor could she help the sudden tension she felt between her legs as if her very sex cried out for him. Biting her lower lip as he moved closer to her, whispered to her so very softly that she naturally leaned closer to hear him. She gasped not only at his words but at the delicate kiss he planted behind her ear. Isabelle's mouth opened as if to protest, her eyes widening when he asked her ... no told her to touch him. Again she shook her head slowly as she looked at him. They were in a bar for crying out loud and they were no longer teenagers who could do what they wanted. There was consequences in the real world and him with his money and power wouldn't feel them but she would. He wouldn't understand she knew it but wouldn't it be easier to go with him tonight, wouldn't it be easier like he said? Tonight he would be gentle with her and as she looked up at him, she believed him. Knew he would be. Maybe it was time she gave up the long wait for Mr.Right, maybe this was her only chance. Isabelle sucked in her lower lip softly and with a tentative hand reached beneath the table slowly. <br><br>The tips of her fingers grazed a long the crotch of his trousers, feeling the semi hardened member beneath it's folds. Instantly her eyes closed as an image of him inside of her sprang instantly to mind. Hastily she grabbed her hand back and looked at him once again.<br><strong>"You'll be ... gentle?"</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 23:49:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As her hand jerked away he felt the tips of her fingers graze across his cock head. Inwardly he whimpered at the unfulfilled promise of her touch. Outwardly his eyes showed only the deep pools of erotically charged arousal in the deepest blue/green hue. Before she could withdraw her hand fully, his own rested on top of it, drawing her back to where it had recently left its prize. With the firmest touch he could muster that would still not come across as harsh, he held her hand firmly on top of his cock before encouraging her fingers to squeeze the quickly growing shaft. <br><br>Once her hand was working again of its own accord, his own hand slid back under her skirt. His fingers played across her inner thigh as they had before, teasing and tempting her softly as they urged her legs apart slightly. Finding the heated target of her sex, his middle finger moved deftly to stroke upward over the thin line of her slit until he found the treasured button of her clit hard against his finger's pad. Brushing lightly over the hooded nub he whispered, <strong>"I promise."</strong><br><br>Andre worked to continue to demonstrate the gentleness with which he would treat her, showing none of the harshness he had given her in the car. There would be time enough for that later. His fingers plied the edge of her panties away from her skin as his finger slipped beneath the lacy threads. Feeling the bare skin of her silken lips, he shuddered slightly at that first touch. She was already wet, he knew, but feeling it pressed to the skin of his fingers made it so much more real than it had been before. With the greatest of ease his finger slid between her inner lips, feeling her damp, sweet fluids already perspiring from within. <strong>"Very...gentle,"</strong> he added.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 00:39:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her hand got no further than mere inches from him, he gently yet firmly took hold of it and as her eyes stared helplessly into his she felt the width of his cock pressed into her hand. Each fold of expensive trouser that covered it's girth seemed to prevent her from taking hold of what she was now salivating to touch without clothes. He felt incredible and her gaze slowly moved from his beautiful eyes to where he was flexing her fingers about his shaft. Showing her how to squeeze him as her hardened. Isabelle gasped, biting her lower lip and knowing they shouldn't be doing this but she could not help herself now. Mesmerised by him, by her hand pleasuring him she said nothing but stared with lips slightly parted at the growing bulge in his trousers.<br><br>So distracted was she that she did not at first notice the hand that slid up her skirt. It was when his fingers teased her legs apart that she inhaled sharply and looked at him. Ready in that instant to move her hand and clench her legs tight together but he was so gentle with her. He whispered his promise as his finger began to stroke her. This time she bit so hard on her lip a trickle of blood formed on the deliciously red lipstick. Her hand moved then to hold his wrist still, to try to stop his fingers from touching her any more. The only one who had ever come close to touching her like this had been herself and even then she had not been proficient at it. <br><br>Her head tilted slightly forward pressing against his, her breath coming in heated rapid pants as he parted her panties and slid his finger inside. Isabelle's eyes opened, knowing that any look of her begging him to stop would not be answered, she had to say something had to tell him before he went any further. His finger slid fluidly amongst her delicate folds and Isabelle thought she was lost forever, that any moment she was going to faint. She could not imagine anything more exquisite than what he was doing to her but knew she could not let it continue, not here.<br><br>Her fingers tightened a little on his wrist as she looked at him, moving her head from his.<br><strong>"Not here ... please, Andre. I've never ... just .. not here."</strong> Isabelle's breathing was more ragged now as she fought for control of herself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 02:22:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hearing her faint protest this time had a different effect on him than her previous attempt to decline his advances. To a point, Andre was more than will to respect another person's privacy, though if he felt the situation required public humiliation he wasn't above delivering such a treatment. Just as smoothly as his fingers had slid through the velvety smooth contours of her folds, they withdrew. His thumb that had been holding the crotch of her panties to the side released the fabric to cover her sex again and he smoothed it over her glistening lips before drawing out his hand and bringing it up to meet her lips. The middle finger that had just been moistened by her own slickness now caressed her satin lips, coating them in the perfect sweetness that she had secreted. <br><br>As he took his finger away from her lips he replaced it with his own, tasting her juices with his tongue before parting her lips as he gave her her own juices to taste from his tongue. As their tongues mingled in a lover's dance, he felt her breath catch just before he broke their kiss and downed the rest of his scotch. Sliding out of the booth he laid a twenty dollar note on the table and held out his hand for Isabelle. <strong>"Let's go then,"</strong> he said softly as he waited for her to join him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 11:06:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Isabelle held her breath waiting for his reaction again, in such a short space of time she had discovered that Andre excited her, terrified her and heated her. She felt his hand move from her sex, covering her up again as he slid the sliver of material back into place. Her eyes never left his, she couldn’t look anywhere else even if she wanted too. Her heart was hammering so loudly she was sure he could hear every single beat of it. <br><br>He touched a finger to her lips. The tiny blood drop mingling with the sweet taste that lingered on his finger. She realised then that the strange taste was her own. That he was placing the finger that had touched her folds to graze her lips. Expecting him to be angry with her this was a different tact altogether, her eyes stared dumbfounded into his as he slowly licked her lips and then parted them with his tongue kissing her and letting her taste herself from his mouth. Her eyes closed and she gave herself up to his kiss, a slight sharp intake of breath as she did so. <br><br>She was falling for him. It was madness and sudden and she knew she would get hurt here but it was now as if she could no longer help herself. Their lips parted and both finished their drinks, though Isabelle feared hers was more for Dutch courage than anything else. As he stood up he held up a hand for her, one hand reached for her bag but as her eyes glanced up into his her other hand automatically slipped into the strong hand that waited for her. Her slender soft fingers curled gently about his hand as she held it and stood up.<br><br>He stunned her, shocked her, did a thousand things that spun her head in so many directions all at once. No one had ever had that sort of effect on her before and she knew it was extremely doubtful that any one probably would or could again. Ignoring the murmurs that followed them until the door closed behind them, Isabelle had eyes and ears for only one man, only one person. <br><br>As they walked back to his car, she could not help the glance she cast to their hands. Hers looked lost in his grip but protected and save there at the same time. She wondered how many of the women of Farnsdale had fallen for his charms, had allowed him to touch them so intimately in public and private? She couldn’t help the pang of jealousy that shot through her suddenly and never having the need to be jealous as a result of a man before it felt alien to her.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 18:03:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Clearly on a mission of conquest, Andre wasted no time in helping Isabelle into his car before getting in his own seat. Before gently guiding her under the door he kissed her again softly, the unspoken promise given again that he would be gentle with her. The doors hardly had time to lower before he was starting the engine and putting it into reverse to back out of his parking place. As the doors sealed shut they were moving slowly until he was clear of all vehicles and he put it into gear.<br><br>With a roar, the engine pressed them back in their seats as they sped off toward the outskirts of town. On a gently rising hill, Andre's estate loomed in the near distance as they would through the tree lined lane leading up to its entrance. Passing through the secured fence as it opened before them, Andre took the curves of his 1/4 mile drive with great ease before pulling up in front of his home and turning off the engine. His staff had retired for the night, leaving only the entry way lights on so that Andre could find his way into his home.<br><br>The whole ride had Andre tied up in knots with nervous anticipation. For all these years, no matter who he'd bedded, Isabelle Dweyer always hung in the recesses of his mind. Working to not let that nervousness show, he had held calmly to her hand as he drove, not speaking or moving his hand to push her toward his intended goals. Leading her from the car into his home's entryway, he made no fuss about the opulence that surrounded him as he removed his jacket and flung it onto a high back chair. Loosening the knot of his tie, he drew closer to Isabelle as he brought his lips close to hers. <strong>"Welcome to my home (http://www.newhouseofart.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/ultra-modern-house-architecture-innovation.jpg),"</strong> he said softly as the tie came undone. His lips tenderly grazed hers as his tie dropped to the floor. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 22:23:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She stood almost frozen as the sleek silver door of his extremely flash car opened upwards, Andre was before her and before he guided her in he kissed her again so softly she thought that the guy who had pinched her so severely earlier had been an apparition. As she sat in her fingers touched her lips, they tingled from his touch and wanted more. They drove in virtual silence through the dark quiet streets, the only noise being the roar of the engine as he gunned them back to his home. She had not even asked where he lived now and for the first time that evening she thought she should call Julie and Daniel to let them know where she was. Her hand paused over her bag at this hour, they would both already be in bed. They were not her keepers so she really didn't need to fill them in on her whereabouts. Her eyes became aware of the tree lined lane they had turned on to. It seemed never ending and when they drove up to the front of the large house, Isabelle sat in awe. She had imagined a long the way perhaps a town house or a colonial mansion but the gaping modern structure built into the landscape neither detracted from the surroundings nor added to it. She was at a loss for words, it was so open. Large windows everywhere. It seemed so ... structured. As if each piece had been carefully planned and built to a certain image. Isabelle stared at it as they drew level, wondering had Andre been the one to design the house and if he had what his muse had been for the design. There was nothing like it in all of Farnsdale nor any where else that she knew of.<br><br>Not wanting to leave her mouth hanging she alighted from the car and followed him into his home. Her hand felt warm from being held constantly in his and yet she was loathe to remove hers from it. She felt at a loss here, once again like a small fish in a very big pond. It was beautiful yet seemed strangely clinical to her and he seemed so self assured here. The king of his castle she mused, as he released her hand to remove his jacket. Her eyes darted about her and again she wondered what his rational was when he purchased the house. <br><strong>"Did you have a hand in designing this?" </strong>she asked turning to see him loosening the knot of his tie, she was tempted to undo it for him but her eyes moved to his own. He was like a predator approaching her and all she could do was stand there and wait for him. With his mouth mere inches from her own he welcomed her to his home and for the first time in her entire life, Isabelle felt somewhat humbled. The tie fell gracefully in a silent slither to the floor as his lips brushed against hers. Isabelle's eyes closed instantly feeling tiny goosebumps erupt all over her. Her lips trembled, her palms were damp with sweat and her knees all but knocked together in her nervousness. He had promised to be gentle, it was all she had to cling to in that moment. So far he had been tender with her and she hoped he would continue to be.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 00:53:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Pulling away only slightly as their kiss broke, Andre answered, <strong>"I hired an architect out of Boston to design it, but I gave him a few ideas. Most of my input was technological."</strong> The house, hearing his voice lit softened lighting throughout the great room. He had been working with Artificial Intelligence in security programming to alleviate human error in threat detection his entire business life. When he had the house built he went to some of the best minds in the field of AI and had a specially designed program written to run his home, one that would recognize his voice imprint, and the presence of others as well. Infrared sensors dotted the interior, hidden smartly to the naked eye by the crafty design of his builder.<br><br>The entry way flowed nicely into a well appointed Great Room whose center was designed around a low sitting sculpted piece of art that was surrounded by four large couches. The rich fabrics looked inviting, as they were meant to appear, as the purpose of the room was for entertaining guests and hosting parties. <br><br>Reaching down slightly, Andre scooped up Isabelle's legs and cradled her against his body as he walked down the shorter of the two hallways leading away from the central room. The house's AI doused the lights of the Great Room as it lit the hallway before them. Approaching the far end of the hall, he pressed lightly against the closed door, swinging it open as they walked into Andre's room (http://www.bedroomdesigner.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/dream-modern-bedroom.jpg). As the walked in, Andre set Isabelle back on her feet, and hooked his thumbs in the waist of her skirt. Finding the short zipper, he lowered the fastener before easing her skirt down her slender legs. As he rose up again, his lips met her neck, kissing her softly as his hands rose up her torso to feel her form beneath the blouse she wore. Sliding back down, his hands grabbed the bottom and began lifting up the soft fabric. He whispered softly, <strong>"I promise."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 01:57:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled at him as he spoke of the design, intrigued to know more about him and wishing he would continue speaking. Isabelle was well aware what was going to happen, she had watched enough movies, read enough books and had to listen to the experiences of many over the years in that regard, so any chance of prolonging the inevitable was welcome in her view. <br><br>Her eyes followed his movements as he lowered himself ever so slightly and in an instant he had scooped her up. She gasped and immediately clung to him, her arms sliding about his shoulders as her eyes stared intently into his face. Close to his body he held her and she could almost feel the pulsating heart beneath his solid chest. The dormant romantic in her wanted to rest her head against his shoulder and settle in comfortably against him but this was not a lovers tryst, this was not a romantic interlude. <br><br>In a startling realisation, Isabelle gasped silently. It was a one night stand, a cheap thrills night for him. So he could later brag that he had fucked Isabelle Dwyer, it didn't matter that he was going to be gentle or not once it was over and done with, she would be tossed aside. He walked them down a corridor the lights dimming as they moved along. They entered a large spacious cream bedroom and setting her on her feet his hands went instantly to her skirt to remove it. She stood motionless, feeling the hot sting of tears prick her eyes.<br><br>Slowly Andre stood up, kissing her neck so softly her eyes closed at the tender impact. His hands reached to remove her light woolen sweater as he whispered those two words <em>'I promise'</em> to her. With eyes closed a single tear drop fell gently down her unblemished cheek. Her first time would be sordid because he didn't care one way or the other about her. She believed firmly he was doing this only as a punishment, a retribution for her past behaviour. Did she really believe then that he would hold to his word, to his promise? 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 02:50:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As his hands moved in fluid form, raising her blouse up and over her arms as she raised them, he let the clingy thread fall on top of her skirt as he took a single step back to admire her beauty. Eyeing her form from the pumps on her feet to shapely calves under her creamy skin, his gaze lifted to take in her thighs and clever, lacy boy-short panties that sat snuggly over her round hips. Walking around in front of her he whispered softly, <strong>"So...beautiful."</strong> His fingers traced over the top of her hip, rising up over her navel as he crossed in front of her. <br><br>Looking up he saw the tear staining her cheek, bringing a pause to his hand. <strong>"This won't do,</strong> he said softly as his hand rose to wipe away her tear. <strong>"What's wrong, Isabelle? You should be filled with nervous excitement,"</strong> he said as he leaned in closer and lowered his voice to the softest whisper, <strong>"You're about to lose your virginity."</strong><br><br>He watched as the look of astonished surprise fell across her face. Smiling, Andre reached behind her with practiced easy and with a twist of his wrist he unfastened her bra, freeing her pert breasts from its hold. <strong>"Did you think I couldn't tell? Your heated desire that was set off by your attempts to refuse what your body longs for so deeply told me all I needed to know. When I told you to touch my cock, your virginal instinct told you 'no,' even though every fiber of your being screamed, 'Oh God, yes!'"</strong> He stood staring at her as he smiled warmly, <strong>"And so here we are and you are crying. Why?"</strong> he asked her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 14:01:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Isabelle lifted her arms slowly, the long slender limbs stretching over her head. Her toned arms flexing slightly as she held them straight. He lifted the sweater from her effortlessly, tossing it to the ground with her skirt. Lowering her arms again she gazed at him, watching his every move as he circled her. The finger that trailed along her hip to wind up around her navel sent a delicious shiver through her. Unexpected completely she almost gasped. He thought she was beautiful. She gazed up at him then as he came to stand in front of her. His finger removed the offending tear with absolute tenderness.<br><br>As he spoke she knew she could not explain it to him, it was better this way. She had no right to be jealous of those who had come before her and would come after her. He whispered to her then, moving infinitely closer as he did so and his words caused her to look agog at him. How did he know? Was it written all over her face? His dextrous hands reached behind her as he smiled down at her astonished expression, opening her bra and freeing her beautiful breasts from their confines. She shuddered slightly as the straps fell of their own accord along the curves of her shoulders. <br><br>His rational amazed her further and only cemented the idea that he must of had many women if he could read her body so clearly. <em>Why?</em> Why was she crying? Her hand instantly reached up to her cheek, wiping the remnants of a tear that trickled hesitantly down her face. As if it were afraid of the man before it. Her slender finger tips lifted the tiny droplet outward for her observation before she lowered her hand and looked up at him again. Standing before him she should have felt embarrassed but she knew how great her body looked. It was firm, slender and toned to perfection like a work of art. <br><br><strong>"I always wanted this time to be special"</strong> she told him truthfully, the softness of her voice carrying across the expanse of the silent room, <strong>"I always assumed that whoever I gave my virginity too would want that as well. For it to be special."</strong><br>She blushed glancing down at her fingers clasped lightly together between them.<br><strong>"For me to mean something to him, not just ... not just another conquest."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 23:44:00</strong>
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				Andre frowned slightly at her concerns. Is that all she really thought she was for him? Another to warm his bed and keep him company? How many nights had he already lost thinking of her before sleep would come to him? This wasn't just <em>another</em> conquest, it was the ultimate conquest. With the slightest sign of dissatisfaction at her lack of awareness he took a solitary step backward, putting the slightest distance between them. <strong>"Is that really what you think this is? Just a one night stand?"</strong> he asked her.<br><br>He reached for the top of the comforter and drew it back, flinging it to the end of the bed. His sheets uncovered, he reached out his hand to take her's and led her to the side of the bed where they sat. <strong>"I don't normally sleep with the help, sweetheart. If I didn't think there was more that could be found in a relationship with you I either wouldn't have hired you or I wouldn't have been as forward. Since I've done both, you can be assured that I would like to see just how..."<strong> he paused, less for affect and more to gain his bearings in this conversation, <strong>"to see where the future might take us,"</strong> he concluded.<br><br>Reaching up, he cupped her tear-drop shaped breast that was nearest him, holding it firmly as his thumb circled her hardened nipple. <strong>"Isn't that something you would like as well?"</strong> he asked.</strong></strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 13:32:36</strong>
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				Isabelle was to stand and stare at him with ever increasing wonder adorning her face. Just when she thought she knew some aspect of his character he challenged that with a new facet of himself. What else had she been able to think it as though? Of course it cheapened herself no end that she would so easily succumb to him with the notion of it being simply a one night stand reverberating in her consciousness. Now that he questioned her on the matter she felt stupid, foolish for thinking so low of him. Her eyes followed his movements as he moved to the bed and pulled back the cover. When he beckoned to her with his hand, she slipped it into his with no hesitation and allowed him to guide her to his bed. <br><br>Sitting beside him in just her panties she flinched a little at the term <em>‘help’</em> but he was reassuring her that this meant more to him than she could have realised. It was not merely said but how it was spoken. His hand no longer gentle cupped her breast, holding it with a firm grasp as his thumb slowly tormented her. Her eyes never wavered from his own though the impulse to close them had assaulted her when he touched her. <br><br>He wanted to see if there was a future in this, to see if they could be more than just employer and employee. Isabelle felt her insides dip with the weight of the butterflies that decided in that moment to go berserk within her.<br><strong>“I would like that”</strong> her voice was barely a whisper as the delicious sensations that his thumb elicited stole through her, <strong>“very much.”</strong><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 19:28:17</strong>
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				His thumb continued to gently roll over her nipple, feeling her body's reaction to this simple move as she answered him so softly. Her body seemed to quiver slightly with every brush of his thumb, the spasms moving like waves as he leaned closer and lightly placed his cheek next to hers before saying, <strong>"I'm going to tell you why you don't need to be afraid. I'm going to tell you every delicious thing I'm going to do to your body so that you won't be wondering what is coming next. By the time your cherry is popped, you will be so ready for it you'll hardly be able to distinguish the pain from the pleasure,"</strong> he began.<br><br>His hand relinquished its grasp on her breast, moving softly over her abdomen as he continued, <strong>"First, I'm going to lick every bit of your virgin pussy and make you cum like you've never before using just my tongue,"</strong> his voice, a husky whisper that was meant to elicit a clear state of mind for Isabelle where she would know she was safe to surrender her body to him. <strong>"And after my tongue gets you off, I'm going to lick your tiny asshole, so that whenever you tell me to kiss your ass in the future, you'll never forget just how fucking good I am at it,"</strong> he continued as his body inched closer to hers. His shirt still buttoned, he nonetheless radiated a raw sense of his own sexuality that explained his confident nature. Kissing her ear softly he finished, <strong>"And then, as my finger brings you close to your second climax, I'm going to let you feel my stiff cock bury itself in your wet pussy. You will feel some pain, but then you will feel more pleasure, so don't be afraid. I promise it will only hurt for a moment before you...really enjoy it."</strong><br><br>To punctuate his comments, his lips met her neck, kissing her tenderly before his teeth nipped at the sinews beneath the skin. Pressing her shoulder with the hand that had caressed her belly, he brought his other hand to the back of her neck and laid her down on the bed. In a single, fluid motion his lips began to work, kissing and stimulating her body to writhe beneath his as he kissed, licked, nipped and teased every inch of her body. Working his way down slowly, he paused at each breast to suckle at each firm nipple, biting them gently before progressing further.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 23:33:23</strong>
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				He was handsome, intelligent, single and wanting her, Isabelle thought she had died and gone to heaven. The last person she had ever expected to make her feel as if she were floating was Andre Focker but that was exactly what he was doing to her. Each caress of his thumb against her nipple as it circled the delicate nub, melted her arrogance more and more. Closer he moved to her, pressing his cheek gently against her own as he spoke to her. Every sense was filled with him and each word he uttered caused her to shiver anew. <br><br>His tender touch left her breast and she felt a whimper build within against its loss but soon his hand pressed gently to her stomach as his whispered words spun their magical web about her. She could feel herself moist and willing to surrender before he had even begun to describe what he would do to her ass. Shocked she gasped and looked at him. Her ass? No one had ever touched her there, okay so there were plenty of areas where she had never been touched but that one seemed so strange. She seriously didn’t think she’d be telling him to kiss her ass any time soon but refrained from saying so. Her thighs pressed gently together, straining to put a little pressure on her clitoris as he continued to arouse her with mere words.<br><br>Never before had any one described what they were going to do to her but then again no one had been left to do very much at all. Isabelle had managed to fob her few boyfriends off with a blowjob to distract them from wanting anything more from her. It had always worked and now she was glad of it. She felt as if she had waited her whole life for him even though she had made his life a misery years before. He began to kiss her ear softly making her emit a soft purr for the first time in her life. Her eyes closed as she tried to imagine all the images he evoked, his lips trailing down her neck and nipping gently along its length. <br><br>Gently he laid her back on the bed as his lips continued their blissful assault on her body. Isabelle sighed softly, a hand reaching out to gently brush across his hair. Each touch, each kiss sent her over the edge of reason, moving with delicious abandon beneath him she was shocked at how quickly her body responded to him. As his mouth suckled and bit her nipples she gasped, her fingers curling into his hair. She wanted him there was no denying that now or ever again.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 08:32:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His kisses lingered softly on the smooth skin of her belly, tongue darting out to dip into the subtle valley of her navel, as he continued to fulfill his earlier prophecy. As his lips met the top of her panties, he continued his movement, kissing through the lace as went. His hands followed soon after, trailing down her slender frame to rest on her hips as his tongue arched out over her slit. He pressed the lace fabric of her panties against her velvety lips, wetting them with his own saliva before planting a tender kiss on each of her inner thighs. <br><br>As his hands reached the top hem of her panties, his thumbs hooked into the sides as he began to draw them down. Easing them over the curve of her hips, he reached under to smooth their departure, until they were sliding freely down her legs. Dropping them with the rest of Isabelle's clothes, he turned to see her completely naked form in front of him and paused in his treatment as he stood up and unbuttoned his shirt. Untucking the tails, he finished the last button before merging their clothes on the floor, and quickly adding his slacks to the growing pile as well. <br><br>Using the discarded clothing as a pad for his knees, he knelt down on the floor, gently parting Isabelle's legs as he began to kiss her inner thighs just above the knee. The points of her leg where he had grabbed her earlier were still tender as she reacted to his touches their, his hands now functioning in a completely opposite manner as they glided across her skin like a silk scarf. As his lips made contact with her sex, his tongue darted out briefly to savor the first delicious taste of her honey-like juices. As he felt her body flutter with the first nip of his tongue's touch across her quickly moistening labia, he caught her sexy scent yet again. That heated sign of distinct arousal that she exuded from the start, a smell that he wasn't sure anyone else was capable of sensing, but which worked like an aphrodisiac or a pheromone on his limbic system. That ancient, instinctual part of the human brain that seemed to trigger "fight or flight," also was also connected to the olfactory system that took in all of the scents human beings come in contact with, worked overtime to process the heated state of Isabelle's body.<br><br>As these signals took their affect, Andre's tongue penetrated through the first layer of her soft folds, reaching the smaller, inner lips that flowered outward, away from her quickly opening vagina. His tongue worked in concert with his hands, as he gently spread apart her outer lips and danced his tongue over the highly sensitive skin between the two sets of labia. Feeling the soft and pliable skin of that flange, his tongue trickled easily upwards to flickers lightly over her still hooded clitoris before descending on the other side of her pussy. A soft moan escaped his lips before he said, <strong>"Yes."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 12:22:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Isabelle stared at the ceiling over head waiting for his first touch, her body almost trembling in anticipation but she had not long to wait and when finally his lips touched her stomach she caught her breath as her eyes closed. His ministrations from navel to her panties was deliberately slow but so very soft that she felt at times as if she imagined the feather light touches of his tongue and fingers. A gasp escaped her when the sheer fabric of her panties became pressed against her sex, the light pressure of his tongue causing her hips to suddenly push upwards against it. The trembling of her body became more pronounced as his mouth kissed each thigh.<br><br>Her eyes opened again and she glanced down the length of her lean body&nbsp; to see him remove her panties. She had never witnessed any one doing even this act with the precision and care he was displaying and the well of affection that she felt for him rose considerably. Unable to take her eyes from his own body as he undressed, she was suddenly aware for the first time how truly magnificent he was to look at. Every inch of him chiseled to perfection as if sculpted from marble. Her hands ached to touch him but she had to contend with watching him kneel before her. <br><br>A small frown creased her brow a moment before she realised what he was about. She gasped, her body tensed a moment only to relax at the very first touch of his hands as if it knew his exact touch already and needed it. A tiny whimper escaped her as each caress seemed to heighten her already intense arousal. She had never known such passion, such delicate caresses and began to blossom like a late bud beneath his ministrations. Her body trembled but it trembled for him, her sighs were filled with longing but a longing for him. <br><br>His tongue began its sweet caress of her walls, her hands reached out to each side of her grasping the bedding and clenching it as pure euphoria mingled with disbelieve rushed through her. She had never known any one could do such things, she had never experienced any thing so wildly beautiful before. His name on the tip of her tongue was uttered as he worked his magic across her sex. She heard his own moan and his single word, sighing deliciously she closed her eyes again. She felt so wet because of him, her body moving against each flick of his tongue. Pushing against him as if it had known all along what was expected of it when she had no idea. <br><strong>"Andre"</strong> she whispered again, feeling utterly helpless as she drowned in the web he weaved about her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 01:25:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Andre's eyes were wide open, looking at the object of his desire. The female vagina was so unique in its many varieties. Given any woman's personal experiences, private explorations and the sometimes good gifts of genetics, could be blessed with labia that seemed overly large for their body's design, or quaintly small and delicate. Some where colored differently than others, even though the common term 'pink' was often used to describe that smallest place of delight, depending on ethnic diversity, natural derivations of skin tone and all. What Andre saw before him made any other before pale in comparison. <br><br>Her lips puffed outward in heightened arousal, awakened by his ministrations from the entire evening. As his fingers slide easily to the apex of her cleft, pulling back the soft skin that hooded her clitoris, he found it engorged and distended, perfectly well aroused and desiring of his affection. As her inner labia spread before him, they blossomed outward as if open to embrace his cock...which he was sure to deliver soon. Seeing her slight opening, still untouched by any other penis, he couldn't help but to taste its delights.<br><br>Before his tongue penetrated her he said simply, <strong>"Perfect."</strong> and hist tongue pierced through, wriggling inside of her canal and tasting at the sweet wetness her body produced to ease his future passage. Simultaneously, the pad of his forefinger began to rub lightly over her clit, circling its tip with delicate strokes before flicking back and forth.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 17:45:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She lay as if the world was turning on its very axis, the man she had held in contempt while they were teenagers was now between her legs causing the most divine of sensations to pulsate through her body. Very slowly her body arched from the bed, her head tilting back exposing the long slender neck as her hair tumbled back brushing along the sheets beneath her. Her fingers clenched and unclenched upon the sheets as each sweep of his tongue left her more helpless than before. <br><br>Her right leg curled up slowly, her inner thigh grazing against his hair and tickling the inside of her leg just as his tongue dipped inside the folds of her sex and penetrated her core. The experience was so alien that Isabelle shot upwards, sitting up and staring down at the head of Andre as it bobbed between her thighs. Her hips were rocking upwards to meet him as her breasts rose and fell with her now ragged breathing. Spreading her thighs slightly further apart she bent her legs more, her wet pussy tilted up against the tongue that was pleasuring it. <br><br><strong>"Oh God!" </strong>she gasped, a hand reaching down again to his head. Fingers curling into his soft hair and as his tongue pierced her wriggling inside she cried out his name again, her fingers tightening as she all but held his face to her sex.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 22:35:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her body's reactions only encouraged Andre further as Isabelle arched her back and grabbed his hair. The slight tug against his scalp lanced down his body, jolting through his core as his erection stiffened pronouncedly. He felt his sac contract at the exquisite feeling of her wet dew on his lips, and felt the tiniest droplet of his own precum fall from his cock head. His hands worked harder to press against her inner thighs, making sure she didn't crush his head in what he imagined would be a death grip should she ever clamp down on him.<br><br>One hand suddenly relaxed, dipping its fingers through the juices running freely down her slit as they trailed down and circled softly on her anus. The gradual, tickling pressure that he applied only worked in concert with his tongue as he steadily fucked her brief opening until his other hand joined the music he was making with her body, relaxing itself and moving again to her clitoris. Circling and flicking firmly over its tip, he then began to moan. The sounds coming from deep in his through vibrated through his lips, coursing their way across each of her flanges. Even his nose held some of the thrum of his voice, sending the smallest quivers to the apex of her pussy as he drove her toward the edge of oblivion.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 22:59:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Into oblivion he sent her but she hoped that her grip on him was strong enough to bring him with her, there was no way she would go there alone and calling out his name she felt the absolute need to please him as he was doing her. The thought was no sooner gleamed than it was whipped from her mind as his tongue and fingers dipped deep with her crevices. Plunging where no one had ever gone before in the pursuit of ecstasy. Isabelle gasped convinced the end was near, surely it had to be. This amount of euphoria administered to one person by another was intoxicating but could not be sustained, in her wildest imaginings perhaps but she did not believe so in reality.Yet, Andre Focker dipped his tongue within her as if he worshiped each fold, as if he were whispering some ancient prayer into her silken folds. Delicately applying pressure where he almost knew instinctively she would be most sensitive. <br><br><strong>"Please"</strong> she begged him, though in all honesty she had no clue as to what she was asking. Please don't stop, please finish me off, please let me touch you... all thoughts raced through her head and she could not be satisfied with a single one, wanting them all desperately. She felt his breath brush against her clitoris, felt the tremor as if it echoed through her entire body. Filling her with his voice as well as his fingers and tongue. Her legs tensed as her pelvis bucked beneath him again, her body writhing in delicious agony as he blissfully tortured her into submission with his tongue. She had never wanted any one so badly in all her life as she did Andre Focker. Juices flowed freely from her sex out to meet his pliant tongue, her legs tensed. Toes curling as she arched her feet upwards, his hand on her inner thigh coaxing it back just a little from his head. Faster her hips rocked to meet his lapping of her folds, faster her hips bucked for ultimate release and opening her mouth wide as if she would scream, she was shocked herself when barely a whimper emerged but one filled with so much longing it startled her. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 03:10:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hungrily, his writhing tongue snaked itself away from her opening, wriggling down along the bottom-most part of her vaginal lips. His finger that was pressed against the wrinkled bud of her anus moved as Andre's hand began to cup her ass as he spread her wider. Instantly his tongue was upon that briefest of openings, tenderly flicking across the bundle of nerves until he hardened the pliable muscle into a sort of cone and began to press in.<br><br>His moaning hadn't ceased as he moved, nor had his finger that was working over her clitoris. He had slowed his pace, and even moved it away for a brief moment, knowing the sensitivity could be extreme, but as soon as his tongue was back to work his finger joined him. With circles and strokes of a back and forth nature, he worked to continue to fulfill his words he had spoken earlier.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 10:29:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There was nothing now but the sound of his tongue lapping its way through her and her pleas that seemed lost in the otherwise silent room. Her body writhed as if she were a practiced contortionist, twisting beneath his ministrations as if attempting to get away from the mouth and fingers that drained her when in truth she squirmed for release. Writhed like a dispossessed soul until he claimed her completely. Each flicker of his tongue within her caused her to cry out now, her body tensed almost painfully as slight tremors racked her core. Seeping outward in her body as if a light had been switched on. Every stroke was deliberately slow now and each moan from his beautiful mouth elicited one from her own. She answered him, body to tongue, body to hands, body to voice. Each molecule reveling in his torment of her, imploding and reforming to shatter anew. Her very mouth was tempted to utter words of love but she clamped her teeth so hard on her lower lip to stop such stupidity and yet her mind screamed it and her heart concurred. She was his and possibly always had been, why else would she have made his life so miserable compared to any one else. Had she wanted him to notice her by any means necessary back then? Had she wanted him badly to stand up to her like so many heroes in the pathetic romance novels she had read of back then? One thing in her mind was sure of now, she would never scorn this man again. Never balk at anything he said to her or asked of her, she was captivated.<br><br>As if her body had finally accepted the inevitable it spurted her beautiful juices out onto his tongue, soaking his fingers completely as she came. A rocket exploding in the cosmos, she came. Waves pounding and crashing against a rock face, she came. Her body arched upwards, her hands cupping her breasts and squeezing tightly, her long fingers sliding over the curve to tug on the hard sensitive nipples as she cried out in ecstasy. Cried out his name again and again until her beautiful body drenched in perspiration slowly lowered to the bed again and a sob tore from her mouth at the wonder of what he had just given her. Gradually she sat herself up to look at him,&nbsp; a hand reaching down to stroke his cheek. She wanted to please him, wanted to give even a modicum of what he had just given her. With a shyness that nearly overwhelmed her she whispered in a voice still possessed by profound satisfaction.<br><strong>"I want to pleasure you."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 22:41:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tasting the warm fluid of her sweet ejaculate, Andre's moans only intensified while lapping as the warm flow that trickled from her pussy and down to the tight bud he was licking. As her body arched, and her cries of passion filled the room, Andre was satisfied that he had made his point. He planted two soft kisses on her inner thighs as his fingers withdrew from pleasing her. And as her body relaxed and her breathing calmed he had just begun to kiss her belly as he was making his way up her body when she changed the script.<br><br>She wasn't supposed to want to pleasure him. Had she forgotten the way he told her he would take her? Or was cock sucking just something she had a particular fetish for? Not that he minded, but perhaps he was even getting ahead of himself, she hadn't said in what manner she wanted to pleasure him. But, how many ways could their possibly be? Perhaps she was still afraid of what would happen when he took her. Maybe she was having second thoughts. <br><br>Rising up over her body, Andre crawled on top of her, his thick cock pressed against her belly as he leaned down and kiss her lips. His were still coated in the sweet cum she had produced, and as her lips parted his tongue darted into her mouth to tangle with hers briefly. As soon as their kiss had begun, it ended as he lifted his head and asked, <strong>"And what did you have in mind, exactly?"</strong> Curiosity muddied his brain as he pondered how much creativity she might have. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>09-12-2010, 15:31:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Isabelle felt ridiculous now for even asking, with Andre's experience compared to her own she felt inadequate in the art of pleasing any one let alone him. The only thing she had standing to her was the foolish class of Chinese medicine she had taken while at college. Then it had been merely to keep herself busy while being pursued by one college boy too many but there had been quite a few details that she had found intriguing and had promised herself that at the first opportunity she would try. The erogenous zones of men had been clueless to her up until that point but since then she had put a few into practice. There were simple ones like the dip above the chin and beneath the lower lip, that beautiful sensitive area that usually went unnoticed or the thyroid had been another one that had amazed her. Just below a man's Adam's apple a beautiful sensuous zone that apparently drove men nuts. She had been able to experiment with that one only to have to relieve him with a mind blowing blow job instead of actual sex. Of course there were others but she purposefully hadn't experimented with them as she knew they would all lead to one conclusion.<br><br>But that conclusion was inevitable tonight. Andre crawled up along her until they kissed again. She felt the tangy residue from her cum on his lips, his tongue played with hers a moment until finally he lifted his head and asked her what she had in mind. Isabelle bit her lip as she looked up at him. Perhaps it had been a foolish thing to ask or that she even could and that he wanted her to tell him what she wanted to do was even more embarrassing. <br><strong>“If you lie down I can show you”</strong> she told him as her face coloured slightly. She had given plenty of fellatio over the years to the three boyfriends she had but never before had she truly wanted to give one to anyone before. She now felt as if the men before Andre had been test cases, he was the real thing. Lifting a hand up slowly she traced it along his neck.<br><strong>“Is it wrong to want to please you too?”</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>09-12-2010, 23:29:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Placing his elbow on the bed, just to the side of Isabelle's body, Andre rolled slowly to the side and then onto his back. <strong>"I'm all yours then,"</strong> he said as he kept his eyes trained on hers. His fingers lingered long on her cheek, caressing her softly as she rose up. He watched as her breasts moved, slowly swaying with their weight. Their perfect tear-drop shape shifted in only the slightest amount, showing their firmness. <br><br>Lazily, his hand drifted from her face, down her soft neck and across her breast, cupping her firm tit as his thumb and forefinger joined instinctively to pinch her nipple again. <strong>"Show me your magical, mystical ways, sweet Isabelle who cums like a fountain,"</strong> he said with a wide grin.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>10-12-2010, 00:56:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Isabelle watched him intently move just to her side before gradually rolling to his back. He looked like a god and her eyes seemed to worship every inch of him that she gazed at. She smiled at his choice of words wishing fervently that he truly was hers. As she sat up he continued to touch her, a tender touch to her face and then breast. Cupping the firm orb and teasing it so that by the time she had risen completely from the bed she was tingling again all over. <br><br>She laughed then when he spoke, his wide grin causing untold amounts of turmoil to her insides.<br>Andre was now lying back on the bed naked for her eyes to feast upon and they truly did. Isabelle stood a moment at the side of the bed simply gazing at him, mesmerised and captivated by how confident he was. Climbing slowly back on to the bed she separated his legs as she did so, moving up between them slowly and gliding her hands softly along each limb. When her hands came to his thighs however she used firmer strokes guiding them out and upwards more, exposing himself completely to her gaze. <br><br>Back and forth her hands moved along each thigh until they gradually began to work their way inwards meeting at the base of his perfect cock. She didn't grab him, she didn't clutch him with her hands at all. Instead she used her thumb and index finger on both hands to form a ring which she created around the base of his shaft. Her eyes never wavered from what she was doing, deep in concentration as she so badly wanted to make him cum too. The two rings she had formed were firm about his cock and dragging them up to midway she paused glancing up at Andre a moment before she moved each ring. <br><br>Her right hand stroked firmly upwards as her left hand stroked downwards. The friction from opposing rings creating more stimulus than a simple hand job could. Isabelle continued this for a moment as her head lowered down over the nub of his phallus. The flat of her tongue licking right across the tip once, twice, three times as her ringed digits continued to caress his cock. Moving her tongue to its point she licked in a delicious circle around the tip, pushing inwards with each rotation, moaning softly at how amazing he felt to touch and taste.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>10-12-2010, 17:29:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He watched her as she moved off of the bed, her lower lip sucked in between her teeth as she bit down lightly on its fullness. Her eyes glazed with wanton lust as she drank in his body, framed by the soft, white sheets he laid on. As she approached him again, this time crawling over his legs, a shiver raced up his spine and fired off a million sparks that aroused his baser instincts. In that moment he wanted to do nothing more than take her. And not just take her, but to make her wholly his. To use her mouth, her cunt and her ass. To mark her completely with his seed until they were both spent and she worshiped his cock for the way it made her scream in agonized ecstasy.<br><br>But his higher instincts abated the will of the lesser, calming him and letting him sink into the soft mattress as she she took hold of his cock with both hands. As she stimulated his shaft his muscles in his back tensed and his legs became rigid. So deep was his need to cum that his hips rose up into her grasp as her tongue flicked out across the tip of its head. He felt the slightest bit of pre-seminal fluid rush to the top as her hands both milked and held back his release. <br><br>He willed himself to keep his hands still, to not grab the back of her head and force her down hard onto his prick, even though he wanted nothing less than to bury himself deep into the back of her throat. One hand gripped the sheets at his sides as the other came up instinctively and his fingers ran through her hair. Not yet pressing the back of her head, but holding on for dear life as he felt his body begin to quake, Andre pulled against her scalp as he wrapped her hair in his fist.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 10:25:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Isabelle had often been tempted to cut her hair up but one thing stopped her and that was the vision of someone crawling their fingers through the thick blond tresses and curling in tightly. Tugging enough to cause her a modicum of pain while in the throes of passion. Therefore when Andre did it she could not contain the smile that lit her face. She tasted the premature burst of semen on her tongue and spent a moment savouring the taste of him as her fingers continued their rotations. <br><br>Adjusting his cock so that it was pointing towards his chest, she licked the underside before lowering her mouth to his ball sac. She sucked on them before letting them pop free of her mouth and repeating the process again, Only one hand remained on his hard shaft now stroking him with blissful attention while her other hand gently stroked along his balls when her mouth did not occupy them. Her fingers gradually moved to slide back and forth behind the ball sac, inching nearer and nearer to his anus as her strokes grew in length. She wanted to touch all of him, to taste all of him and he was after all letting her pleasure him. Kneeling up straight with his balls being squeezed gently in her hand she gazed at him.<br><strong>"Turn over ... please"</strong> she wasn't sure if he would do as she asked but knew for certain that she would be obedient to his every whim when the time came. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 05:16:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Andre was a bit shocked. After what he'd done earlier he wasn't sure he wanted to make his body that vulnerable to Isabelle just yet. But looking at her again, he could see the abject lust that pooled deep in her eyes. Feeding off of her, he nodded, if not enthusiastically, then with a surety that he was about to receive one of the things he never asked but always hoped for from any girl he'd bedded.<br><br>Dipping his shoulder underneath his body, he rolled slightly and brought his knees up as he lifted his ass in the air. Rising toward her face, his bottom protruded proudly as his puckered anus winked from between his stretched cheeks that parted as his knees spread on on the bed. His stiff cock hung low, pointing directly toward the sheets as his heavy sac interfered with its freeform dance of excitement. He sighed as his body shifted to get used to his weight resting on his knees as he placed his forearms on the bed and turned his head to look back at Isabelle. <strong>"Like this?</strong> he asked.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 00:36:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Isabelle watched him move, watched the emotions play across his face and attempted to read them but found he was impossible to cypher. Yet he obliged her and she felt the deep affection she had now for him grow. It could not have been easy for him to do this for her, it could not be easy for him to trust her like this and she knew that she would never abuse that trust. The muscles in his arms flexed to take his weight, his knees spread on the bed as his ass lifted up to face her. She could not help the smile that came to her perfect lips, it was a hot ass she had to give him that much credit. <br><br>Moving slowly closer to him she reached out a tentative hand to stroke his cock, dragging it back towards her between his legs with each long firm stroke.<br><strong>"That's perfect"</strong> she told him, her free hand lifted to caress the left cheek of his ass, <strong>"If you want me to stop at any time, just tell me."</strong> She figured he was pretty experienced in many sexual practices so didn't think what she was about to do to him any huge deal but hoped none the less that she could excite him some bit. <br><br>The hand that caressed his ass cheek moved to the other one, slow rhythmic movements as her other hand continued to stroke his cock. Tight long strokes that gradually quickened in pace as her free hand moved along the slit of his cheeks. Her thumb pressed against the ring of his anus and stayed, adding a little pressure as her other hand slid up his shaft to his ball sac. Isabelle's mouth lowered to suck it in, releasing them with a distinct popping noise. Listening for sounds he made she moved both hands to caress his perfect ass, spreading his cheeks a little as she did so.<br><br>Her pink tongue flicked out and trailed along the slit, circling his ass hole and flicking in rapid strokes there. Hair tumbling about her face, she used one hand to pull it out of her way as she tucked in and tasted his perfect tight hole. She wanted to dip her tongue inside, wanted to dip a finger inside but for now teased him relentlessly with her tongue.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 04:10:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Having been teased by others as being one thought to be gay in his school years, Andre had spent many years questioning and disconnected from his sexuality. All of that had ended when he was in college and he was fortunate to have had an older student take him under her wing and walk him down the road of self-discovery. Through that journey, Andre had learned that he didn't have to be afraid of what different touches and feelings did to his body, nor did a woman touching his ass make him gay, bi or any less of a man. If it felt good, which it did for him, then he should be happy when a woman wanted to give him that pleasure.<br><br>And happy he was just then, as Isabelle's fingers began to explore that tight rectal opening that so often went neglected as a sexual organ. The gasp that fell from his lips was immediately followed by a low groan as Andre became lost in the moment. The simple feeling of her finger on that bundle of nerves sent a shockwave through his whole body, making him tremble and shudder almost violently. He felt the root of his cock clench tight, a flexing of that muscle that would draw out an even wetter release in the end, he knew.<br><br>His hips moved back almost instinctively, rutting for her finger blindly, longing for its presence inside him as Andre's typically need to dominate was overtaken with his desperate need for the softness of Isabelle's finger buried inside him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 10:33:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His groans spurred her on, reaching beneath him again her long slender fingers curled about his shaft and began to stroke it just as her other hand slid along his ass hole. Kissing one cheek of his perfect derrière before moving to the other to do likewise, Isabelle knew that in a month of Sunday's she would never in her wildest dreams have imagined that she would be doing this of all things to him of all people. Her finger pressed down on his anus once again, flicking her hair out of her way she let a dribble of her saliva coat the puckered hole and slowly she rubbed it in. The tip of her finger pushing it's way inside ever so slowly.<br><br>She wanted to hear his groans, wanted to see him move his hips and shudder at her touch as she had done. Of course there were words she was fighting to keep back, words of endearment she would have to later take a close look at when alone. It was too soon to feel anything so strong for Andre and yet every inch of her seemed to announce the truth of it but her very mouth. She bit her lower lip to prevent herself from spurting out words that would only frighten him off or make him laugh at her and bent all her concentration on sliding the tip of her finger now in and out of his tight ass hole. With each motion she pushed it in deeper, spitting on the finger again and retracting her finger in case he would rather she didn't go too far. Releasing his shaft Isabelle knelt completely behind him, letting her free hand caress along his thighs and butt cheeks&nbsp; as she continued to pleasure him. In and out she slid her digit, faster and faster before pausing it wiggle it a little bit and then pushing a second finger against the rim she let its pressure be felt first before pushing that inside. She wasn't going to do anything to him that he didn't want her to do.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 07:38:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gasping slightly at the welcome intrusion, Andre's hips buckled a bit as his anus bit down on her finger. The ring's instinct to tighten&nbsp; was overcome by his mind and sexual reflex to release, and it soon softened to expand greedily as he rocked his hips back, feeling the pad of her finger begin to slide past the inner circle and onto the furthest reaches of his prostate. Rocking gently, he moved over her finger, back and forth, letting her finger fuck his ass as his groan rose and fell in pitch and volume.<br><br>A thirst unquenched and a hunger unsatisfied, his need of her touch and her pleasuring him went unabated, drawing ever deeper from the well of her affection. If only she new just how much he had let down his guard already for her. If only she knew how much he had longed for her over the years. His mind began to spin with the crazy predicament he was facing until he brought it to a screeching halt again and just enjoyed the sensation of their moment. <strong>"Yes...so fucking good..."</strong> he hissed as he rocked back and forth and up and down, seeking to match her strokes.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 07:29:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was enjoying it, she could not help the swell of something akin to pride at the very idea that Andre was taking pleasure from her. Lowering her head she planted a kiss to her upturned ass cheek as her fingers continued to ram his anus. Biting on her lower lip after to prevent her own moans as she became completely turned on by Andre's pleasure. Feeling the distinct wetness between her legs again she could not stop herself from rocking against him, her free hand caressing the length of his back to rest on the small of it, pushing gently downwards as her fingers slid in and out in deft movements. <br><br>His words, his moans filled her with no end of excitement, amazed that she could do this to him and for him. Her fingers touched him deep, feeling his prostrate and wiggling in to find that precious spot that would send him over the edge. Again she felt the words on her lips, ready to announce her joy at making him happy, ready to declare her feelings for him but again she bit her lower lip certain that he would not want to hear such triflings from her of all people. In her mind she would hold this night in her heart and soul constantly but she was under no illusion that he would do the same. She had been his tormentor for crying out loud, so other than meting out his vengeance on her, she could see no other reason as to why he would want to remember this night. <br><br>Her fingers pulled out completely, applied a little pressure to his anus before pushing in again slowly and deeply. She repeated the motion a few times and with every stroke made sure the extraction was slow, that her fingers widened from one another a little more. Each re-entry was also deliberately slow now, more sure and precise in its ministration. She wanted him to cum, wanted him to lose a little of that reserve that he seemed to cling too. If she were to be honest with herself, she wanted him to call out her name. To cry it out as he came, the thought released a soft moan from her lips as she pushed herself against his rutting hips and her fingers plunged deep.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 16:41:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His hand moved down, grasping her own that encircled his thick cock. Working in tandem with her movements, he felt her hand move beneath his, stroking him steadily toward climax. His hips pushed back against the fingers that were buried in his anus again. His groans and rutting noises a primal and instinctual sound of want and desire as his thoughts became lost to the deep need he was feeling build toward its completion rather quickly.<br><br>Supporting his weight on his shoulder and neck, his head turned to look back at Isabelle as his eyes fluttered and rolled back before coming open suddenly wide and filled with lust. Knowing that the moment was near he opened his dry mouth to speak, but faltered. Instead, another grunt issued forth as he bucked against her hand and moved the other faster over the length of his cock. Finding his voice finally, he said in a gravelly and lust-filled voice, <strong>"Yes...fuck yes...fuck me Isabelle."</strong><br><br>His back arched as the massaging of his prostate pushed him closer and closer to the edge and he growled, <strong>"Oh, FUCK yes! Ohhh...God, I'm gonna cum..."</strong> and unneeded warning as his body was exhibiting all the necessary signs for anyone to tell what was about to happen.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 10:01:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Isabelle smiled as his own hand covered hers, her own arousal grew knowing how excited he was now. Again his body moved back against her, pushing her fingers ever deeper in to him and as his groans grew her own moans mingled, filling the room with the euphoria that both felt in that moment. Her eyes could not leave him, the glistening sweat that now coated him she watched as he lowered himself downwards so that he rested his upper body on the bed looking back at her as he did so. Her eyes connected with his, she could further witness the extent of the pleasure he was being consumed by as his eyes rolled with delirium at her touch. <br><br>They were both moving faster now, the pace was frenzied as her hand tried to keep up with the pressure he applied to the strokes on his cock. When at last he said her name, she smiled as if all her birthdays had rolled into one perfect moment and he had just wrapped it up and presented it to her. Her fingers delved deeper if that were even possible and as she did so he exclaimed with a growl his readiness to cum. Removing her fingers instantly, her hand pushed him firmly over on to his back again and all but swatting his hand aside, she placed her mouth over his phallus. Took the hard throbbing member inside her and buried him deep into her mouth. The first spurts hit the back of her throat within seconds and as she slid her mouth up slowly from his shaft he unloaded completely inside of her. Isabelle moaned, her hand coming up to wipe the dribbles that trickled from her mouth on to her chin before cupping him at the base as she removed her mouth entirely to lick the tip clean of any residue. She realised in that moment that she herself had cum as her own juices soaked her legs, biting her lower lip she gazed up at Andre, waiting.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 01:50:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Andre gasped as her fingers withdrew, gripping the head of his cock tight to hold back the flood of his cum. As her lips met his glans, he released his grip, laid back on the bed and rode the wave of ecstasy as it overtook his senses and flooded him with the delicious endorphins that would keep him moving all night. <strong>"OH FUCK YES!!!!"</strong> he cried out, <strong>"Suck it down, Isabelle...oh GOD!"</strong><br><br>As she finished and her face lifted, he watched as her finger drifted over a stray drop of cum that clung to her chin, wiping it up and licking it clean. His cock twitched at the sight of her lips and instantly he had to have her in his arms. Sitting up and reaching for her, he pulled her on top of him, kissing her cum stained lips and letting his tongue dance with hers. Pulling her body tight to his, his embrace wrapped fully around her and he groaned into their kiss.<br><br>Tasting his own salty, tangy cum on her lips and tongue, he was incensed and rolled over on the bed, pinning her body beneath his as his diminishing shaft began to swell again with excitement. Their kiss grew in intensity, as Andre took hold of Isabelle's wrists, holding them to the bed above her head. Hovering above her, his lips broke only enough for his tongue to dance across hers, then rejoined in the duel of their lover's embrace.<br><br>Ever so slowly, his legs were positioning themselves, splitting her thighs as he moved between her legs.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 16:16:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She loved hearing him call out her name almost as much as she had enjoyed making him cum. Her face glowed from the activity as she smiled at him. In an instant he sat upwards, reaching out to pull her to him. Isabelle gasped and went willingly into his arms. Their mouths met and her cum stained lips coated his own, letting him taste his own juices as their tongues licked and played about each other. Tighter he held her and her own arms wrapped about him as their kiss deepened. <br><br>Another moment and Andre was rolling them over, lying on top of her as the kiss continued. Her own moans mingled with his as his hands moved along her arms to her wrists pinning them above her head. She sighed as he broke the kiss, moving her mouth inches forward to taste him again as he traced her lips with his tongue. Again their tongues met and battled deliciously together while all the while Andre positioned himself between her legs.<br><br>Isabelle widened them to accommodate him, bending them upwards on either side of him, feet grounded on the bed. Arms still pinned above her head she remembered his words from earlier and the thrill of anticipation filtered through her. She may have just cum but she had the distinct feeling that Andre would make her do so again that night.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>07-01-2011, 17:13:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				No words, only movements of their bodies communicated both their need and desires. Their lips joined and parted, gasping for breath in their heated exchange as his hips inched closer to hers. His cock led the way, pointing directly toward her open and waiting sex. With the practiced move of a skilled lover, Andre's dick pressed firmly against Isabelle's open lips, the opening of her canal pointed slightly up to receive him as his head parted her folds and the tip entered her slightly.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"This first part will sting a little. After I'm in I'll wait for you to adjust to the feeling before I keep going,"</strong> he told her.<br><br>Then his hips pressed forth until he felt the natural barrier of her hymen stopping his progress. He lifted himself up, bracing his body on the palms of his hands and hovering above Isabelle, leveraging the movement of his hips against the push. With a sudden push, his cock moved hard inside her, tearing open her maidenhead, and as the head of his sex broke in, he paused, feeling the warm flow of blood down his shaft as he shivered and his prostate flexed with pleasured lust at the feeling of her warmth. His eyes had closed for the initial breaking, but as he paused, they opened again, and he looked into Isabelle's face.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>11-01-2011, 12:02:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She had hated this moment so many times before but had always managed to switch it around so that she had never needed to give in. Now however was different, she ached to have him inside of her, she wanted to have him inside of her. Their kisses were explosive and with each brush of lip upon lip her body highly charged was aware of every small movement of his on hers. Parting their lips for a moment, she stared up into his beautiful face nodding her head as she felt him press against her. Another second and she felt the tip of him inside the silken folds but as yet, it did not hurt. Isabelle thought perhaps all the stories she had heard over the years were all wrong, maybe it didn't hurt at all! Andre spoke then reassuring her, her arms reached about him as if preparing herself to hold on for the tsunami that would hit.<br><br>Deeper she felt him and though it was extremely uncomfortable still it was not the terrible pain she had expected, Andre lifted himself up but before she could consider how utterly handsome he was the final push occurred and her fingers dug in deep. It was not so much a cry as a mixture of a sob, scream and groan. A tear formed at the corner of her eye, closed tightly as the thrust had happened. She waited for more, taking the unbearable stinging sensation and boxing it away in her mind. He had given her pain earlier only to couple it with an exquisite pleasure, now she hoped he would do so again because it was too intense. Her eyes opened and she looked up into his face to find him staring down at her and before she could stop herself and not knowing if it were the immensity of the moment she whispered...<br><strong>"I love you,"</strong> the tear slipped down and the grip she had on him loosened, flattening out to caress him instead.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 15:16:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He had expected the screaming, pained cry. He hadn't expected the words that followed. <em>What the fuck? Love???</em> Andre had been with a number of women - he was experienced in the ways and means to both receive and give pleasure, but prior to this exchange it had usually been rather meaningless, unemotional bondings or couplings that took place. Love was not a concept he had given any thought to. Love was not something he was even sure existed in reality. If there was anything that might make his dick shrivel, it might be someone telling him that they loved him. <br><br>For every other encounter he'd had, he'd always had a prepared comeback for the inevitable talk that would ensue if a woman told him she loved him and he was not able or willing to reciprocate. None of those planned speeches were likely to end well, or boded well for any future coupling with said partner, but this was something he found himself unusually ill-prepared to deal with. He had no words, no response, and there was no way he was going to tell her the same without time to think this through.<br><br>His lips fell on hers, cutting off her words before she could continue. His hips began to move softly, his cock stroking against the blood soaked walls of her sex. The warmth that surrounded him, spilled out of her, and now stained his sheets, this was his conquest of her. The taking back of his pride and an exalted victory...right? With more passion than he had known before, his cock hardened as his mind roiled in internal struggle. Fluidly, his body moved over hers, his kiss deepening and lessening, his tongue dancing with hers as his body spoke the words he was unwilling to utter.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>17-01-2011, 17:08:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She could not believe for the life of her that she had even uttered those words. This was Andre for crying out loud, she had tormented him endlessly, made his life a living hell and for what? To end up years later in his bed behaving nothing short of a slut, giving up her virginity to him when she had kept it for so long. The chance to retract it was not given to her, to blame it on the heat of the moment, embarrassment clouded her features as his mouth lowered over hers. Torn between mortified that he had not declared similar to her and was so obviously glorying in his conquest of her to knowing deep down that the words she had uttered had more than a mere grain of truth to them. <br><br>Waiting for him it seemed all this time to come and claim her, she gave up then in attempting to rationalise anything through the modicum of discomfort that was left to bare. His lips had not left hers, the kiss progressed from one that had seemed to want to silence her to one of sheer ecstasy. It was long and slow, lingering and passionate. She clung to him as his thrusts continued, his kisses distracted her from the unfamiliar feeling of the invasion of her sex but not enough. She felt all of him, every inch of him and adored it. As painful, uncomfortable and strange as it all was she adored it and knew that it wasn't because of the motions alone, Andre was making it feel special for her. Had taken his time, had eased her along, reassured her enough to take the tension from her body before he took her and now his love making was magnificent. She considered it love making, had too if she didn't she thought she would go insane. Plenty of fumbles with old boyfriends let her know what was a simple sex act and what was done with feeling and unless he was a brilliant actor or she really couldn't tell her ass from her elbow; then Isabelle felt confident as his kisses continued that he cared, somewhere in there he cared.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 18:39:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Their kiss broke as Andre gasped for air, the intensity of their love making driving him closer and closer to the edge. His movements became harder and faster thrusts, driving powerfully to his conclusion. As he worked to force his breathing under control, his head dipped, lingering a breath away from Isabelle's lips as he spoke, <strong>"I've always loved you, Isabelle."</strong> <br><br>And with a few more powerful thrusts, his voice was lost in a scream of exalted joy as his orgasm crashed over the walls of poise and he groaned in his expulsion of his seed inside her deflowered quim. Deeply he buried himself, holding still and steady as his cum forced its way out. The expression on his face began as one of pain and rolled into that of pleasure as the tension released and his body began to relax. His head dipped again as his lips brushed hers, and then more steadily, he kissed her with a soft, open mouth, gasping slightly at the still dancing waves of her pussy as it pulsated around his cock.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 13:33:58</strong>
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				The motions were more frantic than any she had ever experienced. Every inch of her heart and soul were amassed into this one experience, wanting to give him all of herself and know how sorry she was for all her past transgressions against him; wanting him to know that her words were not just words. That she did love him and probably had for as long as she could remember. Didn't you always torment those you cared about the most? Wasn't that how most teenage crushes were? This was far from a crush however, the feelings welling up inside of her threatening to engulf her at every turn. <br><br>Each thrust nearly caused its own deluge of emotional outpouring but she bit hard on her lip to prevent herself from saying it again. What if she had embarrassed him? And then it happened, her eyes opened a mere moment to see his beautiful face hovering over her own. His lips a breath from hers when he spoke. She gasped, taking each thrust then as if the world had caved in on top of her. She held him close letting her body take everything he had to give and returning it with everything in her own that she could give him. His scream sent a shiver coursing through her, as a sound of her own similar in aspect echoed about the room. <br><br>She felt thoroughly pleasured, completely touched, deliciously penetrated and absolutely loved. Her arms wound about him as his mouth brushed against her own. Kissing her softly as her sex was still unwilling to give him up as yet. Gentle undulations of her pelvis rocking upwards as her walls stroked his shaft. Disbelief caused a hand to stroke the side of his face as she stared into those gorgeous dark orbs.<br><br><strong>"You love me... you've always loved me?"</strong> she had thought he would hate her, that he had despised her for so long and yet his declaration had set them both spiraling out of control into a euphoric orgasm that she felt she was still in the clutches of. <br><strong>"I don't understand..."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>05-02-2011, 00:41:26</strong>
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				Their bodies remained entwined as Andre's senses began to return to him. His mind held guard over his mouth for the time, taking in his breath in long draws as he sought to steady the rhythm of his heart as it raced to push him headlong toward an abyss for which he wasn't sure a bottom existed. As she asked the inevitable questions that he expected as soon as the words had escaped his brain and rolled so easily off his tongue, he knew he had some lengthy work to explain where he was coming from.<br><br><strong>"I have always love you, Isabelle,"</strong> he said again as he pulled his right hand from the bed and smoothed back her hair and kissed her softly three times, once on the cheek, then on the forehead, and finally on the tip of her nose. <strong>"Since we were kids, before you ever noticed me, I noticed you. I wanted to know you, and in my boyish way I wanted to <em>be</em> with you. Your eyes, your body, your hair, the way you held yourself above everyone else. I wanted all of you. Even when you insulted me...I still wanted you."</strong><br><br>He took a deeper breath before continuing, <strong>"But it wasn't until I grew a little older and further apart from you that I realized what exactly it was that I wanted <em>from</em> you. I saw you headstrong and sure of yourself, and all I wanted to do was to hold you down and make you realize that no matter who else you played with, I was all the man you would ever need. When I was finishing Boy Scouts, every time we tied knots, I thought of how I might tie you to a chair and tease you the way you teased me. When I came home broken hearted from your relentless insults, all I could think of in my rage was your bare ass bent over my knee so I could turn it red as you wept and kissed my feet."</strong> He bent his head down, brushing his lips across hers as he continued in a soft whisper, <strong>"And when I realized what it was I really wanted, I knew it would only be a matter of time before our paths would cross again and I would have an opportunity to finally show you all that I can be to you...for you."</strong><br><br>His fingers that hand been so gentle slid down her cheek, across her neck and shoulder, rising over the swell of her breasts before coming to rest on her left nipple where his fingers clamped down firmly, pinching the stiff nub tight as his teeth gritted together and spoke in a rougher voice, <strong>"I want to take you to the heights of pleasure and pain so that they mix together so thoroughly, you beg to feel my slaps to your ass, and your cunt filled with my cock because your little clit is throbbing so hard from my attentions."<strong> His fingers released her nipple as his lips pressed against hers again, this time not leaving them immediately, but tasting of her own lust and desire as his tongue danced over the soft, sensitive skin.</strong></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 09:53:24</strong>
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				Isabelle lay transfixed as he spoke to her, the gentle touch has he swept back her hair before kissing her just as gently. With the tip of her nose she smiled, cowing her head as if bashful but he seemed to bring so many warring emotions out in her that she was not at all surprised that she would be this as well with him. His words confused her greatly, she had never contemplated that she could have had that effect on anyone least of all him. With the disclosure of wanting to tie her up and smack her ass, Isabelle gasped in shock and glanced at him. She was about to question him about it, say something that she knew would indicate the level of increduality that was racing through her when he kissed her again. It felt like a distraction, tearing her mind from one direction so it would not focus on what had sounded pretty creepy. Their eyes seemed locked now as his fingers glided over her face to dip down to the curves of her breasts. She liked the gentle touch very much, no matter that it did not connect with what he had just told her when suddenly his fingers were pinching her nipples.<br><br>Isabelle gasped, squirming beneath the fingers that were clamped hard and tugging relentlessly on her hardened nub. His face seemed to take on a new persona as his voice lost it's gentle tone. Shaking her head she looked at him exasperated. True what he had done to her this evening had been remarkable and wonderful, painful yet shockingly pleasurable but slapping her and pinching her as he was doing now? <br><strong>"That hurts"</strong> she told him, still writhing beneath his touch when his fingers moved and his lips crushed against her own. She couldn't help but kiss him back, she couldn't help but feel the satisfied tingle spread from her nub throughout her breast. She felt moist again, strangely turned on by everything but mainly by him. It was all new to her and though it was not what she was used to it at all, Isabelle felt a sense of freedom in giving herself over to him. Letting him have will and control over the levels of pleasure and pain that would consume her body. All her life she had been a control freak, now it was time to stop to hand the reigns over to the one who had wanted to control her for so long. It wouldn't be easy she knew that, she would probably fight him every step of the way without meaning too, it was simply her nature. She never gave in without a fight, she simply knew that with Andre she didn't want to put up any fight at all. Her tongue delved into the cavern of his mouth, moaning softly as they kissed. The ache of her nipple still evident as her hand moved up to caress it. Breaking her lips from his she stared up at him.<br><br><strong>"You know it's not healthy to have waited so long to tie a girl up"</strong> she hoped her opting for humour would mask the nervousness she felt, <strong>"I've never been smacked or ... any of those things but ... I want too ... with you."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>12-05-2011, 06:20:51</strong>
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				With a renewed vigor, and the same look of lusty need on his face, Andre rose up and took hold of Isabelle's hips, hoisting her up and turning her over in midair before laying her back down, face first, on the bed. Her ass now prominently displayed, Andre's hand rose up before coming back down on her bare cheek, reddening her skin almost instantly with his first strike. His other hand held her waist firmly as he positioned himself over the girl's legs, straddling her. The hand he'd used to spank her softly brushed the warmed skin and then rose again, this time, the smack to her bare ass was a bit harder, but still followed by the tender caress.<br><br>The hand on her waist loosened and slid down her side, and over her thighs. As Andre continued to spank Isabelle, his fingers gently slid between the parted slit of her cunt and carefully teased her as he said, "Thank me, Isabelle, every time I spank your ass. I want to hear you say 'Thank you,'" he told her as yet another strike landed on her firm buttocks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Splintered Destiny [Brian Boru and Kendra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>13-05-2011, 16:16:28</strong>
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				She let him move her, enjoyed the touch of his hands repositioning her on his bed. Her heart hammering loudly as he said nothing to her while he moved her about like his own personal plaything. Isabella wasn't sure in the silence if declaring she wanted him to do all those things to her had been a good decision but she waited, breath catching as she did so. Wondering constantly what he would do to her but not having to wait long. His hand lashed down upon her ass, spanking her hard and the unexpected blow caused her to cry out and flinch. Swiveling her head about to look at him, there was something akin to fear and trepidation in her eyes. He had hurt her, more than the nipple assault moments earlier. She was definitely changing her mind now about to move when seconds later the very same hand caressed the skin and the tender touch relaxed her a moment. She loved him, knew it as surely as she could breath but did that love equate into the pleasure pain principal that he seemed to crave. Another smack hit her harder than the previous one and she cried out again, the pain was unbearable but then he repeated his previous action of caressing her gently on that reddened rump. <br><br>Her breath hitched in her throat, a soft tingle urged its way between her legs as she found herself becoming aroused by the strange yet altering sensations. Again and again he spanked her and each time her cries uttered blindly into the room about them. His fingers slid within her, tracing along the edges of her clit to tease her as each slap resounded. She wanted him to stop but she also needed him to continue, the ache was igniting into an inferno when his words caused her to frown. He wanted her to thank him for smacking her? Again Isabelle glanced at him convinced perhaps that he had gone mad but the look on his face said otherwise and she found herself saying the words after each smack, certain that her bottom was so flaming red now that she would not be able to sit for a week.<br><br><strong>"Thank you"</strong> as she said the words, she moaned softly, the teasing to her clitoris and the swift changing between spanks and caresses flooding her senses. She was wet, so moist she could drown his fingers and suddenly her words were not dragged from her with uncertainty but said on the tidal wave of the orgasm he was controlling.
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