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At the sound of a voice, I jump a little I had been so preoccupied in my own little word that I hadn't noticed anyone else. Now I bite my lip, looking up at you. I blink once and blush. Moving with your touch as if spell bound, I allow you to take me to the couch, slipping down onto it with weak knees.

"I-- um . . . I was curious . . . "

My eyes can't seem to trail away form you as I shyly tuck some hair behind my ear.
 
My pooling brown eyes dart to where your finger, hair, and skin meet. I smile and a flash of light darts through the liquid brown orbs. Tilting my head slowly to the side I reach out and catch a small strand that you missed, and tuck it in with the others.

"I'm sure you have heard this a hundred times... But curiosity killed the cat, and it looks like curiosity is at it again... Isn't it?" I chuckle, and my fingers slide from behind your ear, to the tip of your chin; tipping it up and to the side. My eyes stray down your neck, and then the rest of your form.

"You are pretty... I'm glad curiosity is on my side. In fact, you might even be able to say I am curiosity. As self-centered as that may sound... So, what are you curious about, perhaps I can, enlighten you?"
 
My breath catches in my chest as I feel your fingers on my face and I tremble slightly, my blue eyes slipping away, down to your chest.

I struggle to regain the ability to speak as up lift my chin sightly, my hands fidgeting in my lap, one of them raising tentatively to touch your wrist.

"I'm curious about you . . and this place . . . " My words are a little hesitant at the confession, but I can't seem to stop myself from answering.
 
"Well then I can satisfy your curiosity."

I grin, and slide my fingers down to pop your top button off.

"I can tell you anything you want to know about me... Or my Club..."
 
I look away a bit, shyly, my hand falling into my lap. All questions leave my mind as feel your touch on my shirt I sit up a little more, wanting to pull away but melting back down.

"I . . I don't know. I can't remember anything I wanted to ask. . . " I bite my lip, looking up, an almost ashamed appearance to my eyes.
 
I grin, and my fingers slide down to the second button. Enjoying the feeling of flesh against my fingertips during the journey downward. I wait before saying anything as i am also enjoying the look of... Guilt? Upon your face. I lean a little closer as the second button pops loose.

"I think you wanted to know what I would do."

My eyes slide down from meeting yours, into the cleavage that I've created as my fingers dive deeper; heading for a third and then a fourth button. My tongue slides crisply against my lips, and my eyes snap back up to yours.

"And you've found that you like it."

I lean closer.

"Don't you?"
 
I shudder as you lean in closer, blushing brightly and gasping a little, my body tensing. Still, I nod, something akin to a whimper escaping me as I answer.

"Yes . . . " My hand moves up to touch yours as my blouse falls completely open, no bra beneath it. "I- I do like it . . . "

You were right, too. I did want to know what you would do . . if the rumors were right- though I'm afraid to ask if ALL of them were right . . afraid to find out- and yet I feel as though I need to.
 
I slide my hands away from your face and wait for your fingers to come near my face before catching them softly with mine, and placing the very tips into my mouth to nibble on. I bite softly at first, and then a bit harder; holding your wrist very firmly so that you cannot think about jerking away the first time it hurts a 'widdle' bit.

"But you aren't sure if you will like all of it, are you?"

I raise my eyes after giving a rather hard nip, and then posing the question.

Below my free hand stretches out and spreads like the spokes of a spider web across your stomach. It's more of my eye and touch candy zone then your breasts, as beautiful as they are.
 
I watch as you capture my hand, biting my lip as you pull my fingers to your mouth. I can't take my eyes off your face as you nipple my fingers, taking a sharp breath as you bite harder, tensing slightly, but not attempting to pull away.

I shake my head in answer to your question. I am afraid of some of the possibilities, some of the things you could do to me And yet I stay, shuddering under the hand that rests on my stomach.

"I- . . . I'm scared . . a little." I admit it openly, already knowing that you are aware of my fear. My legs shift, thighs rubbing together as I watch you.
 
"There is nothing to be afraid of, truly afraid of... No one who comes here fears what they know is here. Not really, but nervous..."

I shrug my shoulder and lightly trace my fingertips over your soft skin.

"That goes without saying."

Leaning even closer, I kiss you softly on the side of the mouth; near your cheek, but also close to your lip. When your head twists to accept the kiss, I pull away and chuckle.

"Good. Let's get started. I have an idea."

I take your hand, and tug you towards an excluded corner of the third floor. It's shrouded in thin fabric, easy enough to make out shapes, but not specifics behind. It's very... Discrete. Within is a large couch, so large you could call it a bed if beds belonged in clubs. I sit carefully; not spilling my drink, and then pull you gently towards me. I sit you between my lap more so then on it, and immediately reach around to place my hand on your tummy inside of your shirt while the other pushes your head to the side so I can nibble upon your neck. I realize it is sudden, but the kisses are light. Nothing vampiric about them.

"Do you know how to use these?"

I ask the words softly, as I brush metallic handcuffs against your bare stomach.
 
I almost whimper when the touch of your kiss is gone, barely containing the sound as you stand, drawing me away from the couch with you. I follow you with a quiet trust, my hand in yours. As you sit us down on the larger couch, my eyes move around the small area, over the silky fabric.

The touch of your lips once more startles me, even as your hand moves to my stomach. My head tilts and my eyes close, opening only at the feel of metal on my flesh. I reach down for them, tentatively, nodding a little.

"In front . . . or in back?" It is a simple question, but the answer makes such a large difference. For a moment I imagine my hands cuffed in back, so near to your groin, and I shudder, a blush running over my body at the small thrill.
 
I give a soft laugh.

"What do you think?"

Would I ever give someone like you the chance or the mere possibility of making your hands useful? It's funny just to think about. I kiss just beneath your ear lobe, and slide my hand from your neck down to your wrist, then I slowly pull it back behind you, leaving the handcuffs draped across your stomach and pelvis. I can't wait to see your bodies reaction, it's different for each one of the many.
 
My eyes close again and I give a soft moan, trembling under your touch as you move my hand behind my back. With the other hand I take a hold on the hand cuffs, my hands shake slightly as I close one bracelet around the wrist already behind my back, then around the other.

With my hands secured I let myself fall back, my back resting on your chest as I close my eyes. Its like an instant transformation, just the feeling of my hands being bound puts me in a different place. My breathing escalates slightly, and my movements become slightly more fluid, a warmth spreading between my legs.

This time when I moan, its not as soft, and I bite my lip as I feel a blush spread over my body.
 
"Such a hair-trigger, already feeling it... How sexy!"

I speak slowly into your ear, as my hand slides down your tummy and into the waistband of your jeans. Slipping between them and your panties, and the hand continues to extend until it is completely hidden from view and cupping your entire pussy.

"That makes two of us," I then add, as I'm sure your fingers will soon find the bulge in my slacks. Throbbing steadily already. The moment the cuffs clipped shut I felt the surge of power that seems to find me so much easier in this place, then any other.
 
I gasp as I feel your hand run down my body, into my pants. Even before your hand touches my cunt my back is arching, a whimpering moan escaping me as I try to rub myself against your cupping hand. My hands try to close around your erection through your pants out of instinct. The need to feel you ingrained in my blood.

I am slick with arousal, my head turned so that I can rub my face against your shoulder and arm as I feel your cock, my breath trembling. It is true, I do have a hair trigger, and now- off in the first level of subspace- every touch is twice as strong in sensitivity.
 
The kitten like tenderness of your rubbing turns me on even more. Cuteness just does me in, and I give you a soft growl that is nothing like a purr, but rather more intense and demanding.

"Take it out," I hiss into your ear.

My hand squeezes your cunt, and rubs it powerfully while the other hand cups your right breasts and squeezes it underneath the clothes; mashing the flesh and erect nipple together with ease. When I let go, white fingerprints remain behind, then my hand slides across and squeezes the opposite breast, just as hard, if not harder.
 
The growl in my ear makes me gasp, my back arching at the thrill that runs through me, out of my control. I moan and whimper as you grasp at my cunt and breast, my hands moving a little more firmly over your cock, struggling top open your pants, to pull it free.

My hands move over it, brave and yet tentative at the same time, exploring the shaft, the head, the ridge around the head. My fingers tremble as I stroke you, feeling every bit of your cock that I can.
 
My mouth nibbles on the tender stretches of lithe muscle that stretch from you neck to shoulder, a deep almost constant growling rolls in my chest as it rises and falls behind you. Your hands are soft, gentle, but doing what they need to. For now. Just like you.

"Do you know what you want... Cunt?"

I breathe the words along the skin I've been nibbling upon, and at the same time press my index finger into your wet cunt; pulling your panties in with it. I chuckle as you react, and my thumb grinds into your clitoris.
 
"I-" I gasp and cry out with pleasure as your fingers grind into my clit, my ass nearly coming off the couch for a moment before I relax back down.

"Yes." I grind against your fingers, my hands tightening around your cock for a moment, your constant growling keeping me constantly on edge as I tremble with pleasure.

"I want you inside of me . . . please. . . . " It's a whimpered plea, one I am almost certain I will not be granted just yet.
 
I laugh rather darkly, even for me. My finger curls inside of your panties, and cunt.

"You are going to have to beg considerably harder for that."

Pushing your head to the side with mine; revealing pearly white skin that stretches across your shoulder and throat. My mouth waters. I bite considerably harder and growl while my head shakes side to side. The skin begins to tear, slowly pooling small droplets of blood across your skin and my lips.

"Much harder."

I say this even as my cock throbs, and begins to dribble precum along your slender wrists, but i'm rather ignorant of that at the moment. I'm having too much fun.
 
I cry out as you bite me, my body tensing as I try to pull away, feeling my skin tear and the warmth of my blood rising to my flesh. Tears come instantly to my eyes as my hands tighten drastically on your cock, my wrists slick with your precum.

There is a small sob of desperation and pain as I try to speak again, "Please- Ah- Please fuck my cunt . . . " I whimper as I cry out, not quite struggling but trying to pull away as I continue to tense up, at the same time my hips moving against your hand and the pleasure-pain of your fingers curved inside of me.

"Please use me . . please-" I sob again, still a gentle thing, a cry of pain mingling with my words.
 
Walks into the club and smiles, this place could be a good relaxation area to stay at while he waited for DormantEvil to return to the Island. He looks at the map of the place and his eyes widen as he reads on.

Hmm.. odd dress codes, the farther up you go the less your allowed to wear.

He shakes his head and looks around for a drink and a place to sit.
 
My head tilts to the side as i hear sniffles. Then my eyes look up as they grow into gentle sobs and deep breaths between each small noise. I spot tears and grin, my cock throbs at the sight of them and my nose flairs as the saltwater smell pervades even through the bloody aroma that has filled the air thanks to my teeth and your shoulder. Craning my neck further, I'm able to lick one of the precious drops. Leaving a swipe of bloody saliva behind.

The fear I taste is simply intense.

"I don't think I've had someone so... Afraid... In quite some time."

The relish in my voice is also almost palpable.

"Yet, you still don't have all of my attention, you cute little kitten you."

I snicker, and kiss the bloody side of your neck. My one free hand gently curls against your stomach, and I drag my nails down slowly as the other hand so occupied in your cunt drives deeper and curves toward the outside of your delectable body.
 
Jack is tending the bar while I am off tending one of my many deviations from life. He sees the newcomer, and pours a Jack & Coke. He makes a phone call, and the looks up expectantly as the man sits down.

"What's your pleasure?" He asks, his eyes narrowing slightly as he plays with a loose and bloody tooth in his mouth.
 
Avellan looked up at the man and shrugged.

Anything non-alcoholic, I`m not of age yet and I don`t want to dull my wits and lose senses.

Looks at his personal computer, which is atached to his left wrist gauntlet, and looks at his to-do list.
 
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