Identity Crisis (Cast via PM)

[DeliciousMaiden]

Cassie

"Mmmmm."

Caz watched as Lucien merely murmured in reply.
A murmur of contentment?
A sound which no doubt showed that he had felt her curious touch?
His eyes were still closed, but a smile played on his lips.
Almost daring him to comment, Caz asked him softly.

"What are you smiling about?"

His eyelids opened and she watched as he moved sideways and turned to search her eyes.
She beamed at him mischieviously as he took her hand and matched her casual tone,

"Been up long?"

Dammit. He knew alright, but she wasn’t going to admit how she’d been touching him!

"No."

The lie was so obvious she almost laughed. Her cheeks pinked, but still she held his gaze. He leaned forward then, a broad smile matching hers and kissed her gently and thoroughly.
Caz closed her eyes enjoying the play of Lucien’s lips on hers.

"I was dreaming about you."

His murmured comment punctuated the break between kisses.

"Were you?"

She whispered, curious and pleased.

"Was it a good dream?"

Insisting that it was a wonderful dream, Lucien once more took possession of her lips and gave her yet another of his tender kisses.
This time as her eyes fluttered open, Lucien did not break away.
His lips still held against hers, a mere breath of movement, as he moved his hand to open the top button of the shirt, his shirt.
Her eyes flew to his, unsure of such intimacy.

"Lucien..."

He kissed her lightly, stilling her nervous appeal.

"Shhh."

He reassured her as his hand moved to unbutton the next button.
She watched him with big eyes and shivered as he let just one finger graze along the clevage, the secret valley between her breasts.
His gentleness soothed her, but she could not let herself be carried away by his touches, erotic though they seemed.
She drew her hands protectively around her, putting up a deliberate barrier between them.

Her eyes were still on Lucien.
She expected anger. She expected harsh words.
That was all she had known.
But he smiled teasingly and moved his hand slowly below the covers.
She tried not to gasp as his fingers grazed her smooth leg.

"What are you doing?"

Her question was half amused, half surprised.
She watched as he merely kissed her and let his fingers wander undemandingly up over her knee, then slowly snake up her thigh.
Her exclamation was sharper as he moved his hand to sneak between her legs and dance on her inner thigh.

"Lucien..."

Again her voice halted his progress.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me."

He apologised easily, but let his hand remain in place.
She let out a breath and slowly relaxed.
Her eyes watched his every expression.
She saw the humorous quirk of his mouth, but before she realised it, he had changed his touch from erotic to playful.
She giggled as she exclaimed.

”You tickle!”

He smiled down watching her squirm, knowing that his mischief had released her previous tension.

"I do?"

His tone of his response lacked sincerity.
She could not help but grin as she heard him question:

"Then what about here?"

He watched carefully assessing her reaction as she gasped and held her breath as she felt how his hand had crept higher and was now inside the leg of the boxers she wore.

Sensing her uncertainty, he waited until she relaxed again.

"Or here?"

His voice was soft, caressing and again his fingers advanced to increase the intimacy of his touch.

Caz was stunned by the jolt that went through her.
She lay totally still just letting the strange sensations run through her body.
Moaning softly she let him trail his fingers lightly up and down, up and down.
The touch was almost hypnotic, undemanding.
She let out her breath in a long sigh, not noticing how he had caused her legs to fall open.

Her eyes were questioning as she watched his fingers move back up her body and release a third button on her shirt.
She noticed her breathing was heavy.
She was amazed at the reaction Lucien could draw from her body.
No one had ever touched her like this.
She moaned softly as he bent his head to her clevage.
She felt his hot breath, his soft lips as his face nudged between her breasts.
Then once more she felt his fingers as they tantalised the sensitised flesh between her legs.

"Oh God..."

She gave a whispered exclamation as she felt a searing heat shoot through her.
It was as if her centre was melting.
Never had she ached like this.
His kisses pressed along her flesh, her chest, her neck, her lips.
She let her head fall back as she took a steadying breath.
She tried to squirm, to realease her legs from his teasing strokes and gasped as his fingers grazed her folds.
Giving a shuddering sigh, she moaned his name…

"Oh, Lucien..."

How could she tell him that all this, feeling like this was completely new to her?

Again his kiss calmed her.
She loved the way he kissed. All the tenderness and care and reassurance he communicated in that act helped her to still her spinning mind.

She lay with him in his bed, her legs spread slightly as his fingers moved with infinite care as if she were a piece of porcelain.
Each touch was exquisitely sensitive.
Caz turned her face to his, watching his reaction, wondering at his thoughts.
His head was at her breast, nestling as he explored her body.
Unconsciously she tensed, waiting for the pain.
Waiting for the demanding thrust.
Waiting for him to change from lover to predator.
Waiting to be forced.
But … the assault never came.

He sighed, seemingly content.
She began to believe that it might be different this time.

She moaned suddenly as she felt his breath on her nipple.
She looked down to see her flesh exposed and felt his tongue flick across the sensitive bud.
She felt her body arch against him.
The hardness of his cock dug still more insistently into her hip.
She was filled with such longing for him, such need.
Her hands moved to his head, she stroked his hair and caressed his scalp as his mouth played across her milky flesh.

”Oh my God.. Lucien… “

She murmured hoarsely, beside herself with sensation.
He stopped and looked up trying to gauge her reaction, wondering whether he had scared her again.

”Please … don’t stop… so good… Mmmmm… “

She murmured as he moved his head to the other breast and continued to flick his tongue tantalisingly across her flesh.
Moaning softly, Caz pushed herself against his mouth, guiding him, urging him …
Her hand moved down to still the teasing of his fingers as it almost became too much for her.
She gave a shuddering sigh as she eased her hold and pressed his fingers back towards her velvet softness once more.
God she realised how good that felt.
She could restrain his fingers and guide them.
She moved his fingers in a stroking movement, enjoying the feel of him petting her and dipping between her folds.
All the while, her fingers laced through his head, guiding him onto her breast.

Just as she thought she had control, she felt her shorts tugged swiftly downwards.

"Lucien..."

She looked at him, but this time the need he had aroused in her blocked the memories out.
The feeling of his hands on her exposed behind was so erotic.
Effortlessly it seemed he rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him.
A leg on either side of him, Caz felt his hands on her ass, his delicate teasing of his finger running along contrasting with the unavoidable stabbing of his hard shaft into her thigh.
She kissed his chest lightly and flicked her hair backwards, lifting herself fractionally from his body.

She looked down, her need matching Lucien’s. She had felt “turned on” before, but never had experienced such desire, such a longing for something she could only just imagine.
She knew that he would be gentle with her.
She knew that he could blot out the past, make it right.

Almost shyly she peeled off the shirt.
He had said that he wasn’t a mind reader and she wanted him to know that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
She lay straddled on top of him, her face pressed into his chest as she tentatively kissed and licked his body, savouring the scent, the taste of him.
She felt his fingers, brushing teasing as her mouth moved to suck his flesh and let her teeth graze as she dragged her mouth over his firm chest, up to his neck.

"Lucien."

Her voice was hoarse with need.
Her hand journeyed lower, just as it had done that morning, until it once again grazed his shaft.
She wound her fingers about him and delighted in the feel of his reaction as he pulsated between her fingers.
Stroking, uncertain how to pleasure him, but needing to feel him, to explore, Caz’ fingers wrapped round teasing and squeezing, concentrating on his reactions, hoping she was pleasuring him …
She wanted to explain, to confess how inexperienced she was, but could not find the words.
All she knew was that she wanted him and she wanted it to be right.
She didn’t want to disappoint him.

"Lucien."

Her voice was a plea, a plea for much more than he understood.

"Oh Cassandra,"

His moan shot through her like a bolt of lightning.

"Oh Cassandra!"

His fingers moved between her legs and slipped between her folds.
She moaned loudly as she felt him swirling his fingers around, tracing the outline of her tight entrance.
Gently he removed her fingers from his now iron hard cock and gently lifted her into a position to welcome him into her.

”God… yes… yes Lucien … “

She begged hoarsely, leaving him in no doubts as to how much she wanted him inside her.

Slowly he pushed his hips forward.
She felt the tip of his cock nudging at her entrance then finally slipping inside.
Caz gasped as she felt herself stretched by the width of him.
He was hot and hard and she wanted him inside her so bad, but as he pushed forwards she gasped panicking suddenly, unable to keep the memories at bay.
She said nothing, merely bit her lip.
She wanted him, she needed it to be right.
If they continued it would work.
How could she ache for him so, yet be so scared?

”Cassie… baby… ?”

She looked down and saw that Lucien held himself immobile, watching her face.
She let her hair fall before her face, hiding behind the curtain of her hair, but he had seen.
He had seen her look of panic, of fear.
She wanted him and wasn’t playing games, so what the hell was wrong?

”Lucien… just… do it… please.. “

Cassie begged desperately knowing that he would make it right.
Her hair swung back from her face once more as she looked down at him, so fragile, she would be so easy to break, to damage again.
Lucien did not know how or why, but it was obvious that someone had hurt Cassandra and hurt her bad.
Yet still she wanted him, trusted him.

Cassie knew that he was fighting for control as she let him guide her to lie along the length of his body.
His shaft was still inside her, but he did held his hips still, his hands stroked her back, her hair.

”I won’t hurt you … “

He promised softly.

”Take me inside you when you’re ready …“

She looked at him startled.
She felt stupid, inadequate, worthless …
But Lucien merely whispered endearments, reassurances in her ear as she felt herself almost instantly melt against him.

Tentatively she pushed downwards feeling his hard cock slipping slowly deeper.

”That’s right baby… you take as much as you want … “

Lucien purred into her ear before sucking at the sensitive lobe.

”ohh.. God! … “

Cass exclaimed as she moved herself downwards and felt him sink effortlessly into her.
Her breath came now in ragged gasps.
Her channel fitted so snugly around his hardness.
She moved and squeezed him, hearing him moan.
She moved her hips to grind against him, screwing him into her depths.
She gasped as she knew that he was buried so deeply inside her.
Holding him there, Cassie moaned softly.

”Ohhh .. Lucien… you feel so good… “

She raised her eyes to his and kissed him hard on the mouth.

”Make love to me … “

She whispered …

 

[dr_mabeuse]

She held him inside tentatively. He could feel her tremble around the head of his tool, which was poised just at the entrance to her body. He knew she was scared, she was confused, but she was terribly excited too. Her face and chest was pink and flushed, her exquisite little belly shook as she fought to accomodate him, but still she took him in, impaling herself on his cock, determined to be good for him, no matter what pain it cost her.

Finally she was full. She felt him all along her length, hot and thrillingly alive inside her. She had done it. She squeezed him, and heard him moan in pleasure, and his response gave her a chill of salacious excitement. She ground her slim hips upon him and felt his body jerk as if he'd been shocked.

”Ohhh .. Lucien… you feel so good… “ she whispered

She looked at him and saw the tenderness and concern in his eyes, and saw something else as well: sexual desire, raw and potent, and it raised the fine hairs on the back of her neck as she realized the look was her her and her alone.

She kissed him suddenly, hard, urgently, terribly in love with him, ready to risk all she had on this man.

”Make love to me … “ she whispered into his mouth as she bit softly at his lips. "Make love to me, please Lucien."

Her words inflamed him and melted his heart. This precious, fragile doll, this flower of the streets. He fought for control. She was so achingly beautiful, so perfect, and so vulnerable.

"Here." he said softly. "Hold my shoulders. Hold on good, Caz."

She gasped as he put an arm around her waist and rolled them slightly so that they were almost on their sides, with her lying mostly on top of him. He wouldn't go as deep this way, giving her time to adjust. He was seriously worried about losing control and just fucking into her like a bull, she made him feel so terribly powerful and potent, and he didn't want that. He didn't want to be like an animal with her.

He lifted her upper leg, bending her knee up on his chest, spreading her legs, and he ran his hands over her perfectly round ass, grabbed her and squeezed gently, pulled her up on his body and making her groan as he moved inside her. She held his face in her hand and kissed him deeply, gaining confidence and desire as she grew accustomed to him so deep inside her.

He took her again and rolled all the way over, putting her on her back and he raised himself on his arms and looked down at her.

She was flushed and pink, her hair in disarray over her face. He reached down and pushed her hair away, and she looked yp at him through her long lashes, a gentle smile on her face. She was proud of herself, proud and excited that she had taken him inside. He stroked her cheek with one hand, and she turned her face to his touch, then took his hand in both of hers and kissed it, rubbing her lips over his fingers.

He arched over her, taking his weight off her body and kissed her, their breaths mingling together. With only his cock inside her the sensations seemed even more intense, and she soon lost patience with his stillness. Cautiously, experimentally, she moved her hips making Lucien groan. She loved it too, and she did it again, sighing with pleasure.

She was very wet now, making it easier for him to move, and the last vestiges of pain had left her. She basked in the wonderful feel of him filling her with himself, her pleasure showing in her face. Tentatively she reached up and locked her hands behind his neck. It was a casual gesture, but to Caz it was the first time she had made any claim on him, shown any sign that she wanted him to be hers, and she his, and the fact that he didn't stop her, that he smiled at her touch, thrilled her almost as much as his cock inside her.

She bit her lip in pleasure and shyly cocked her hips at him. Lucien looked down to see his thick cock disappearing into her small mound of pubic hair and the sight made him groan. He dropped his head and found her breast, lapped at her nipple and made her squirm with delight.

"Tell me, Caz, tell me.

"Oh Lucien, you feel so good! I never knew..."

He raised his hips from her, feeling her cling to him, then let himself back in, sinking lusciously into her soft and liquid depths, and she couldn't keep her emotions from showing on her face. She felt so possessed of him, so taken. She curled her toes in delight, slid her hands down to his shoulders where she felt the hard bunches of muscle there, and she thought she might swoon. He was just so hard all over.

He started to fuck her now, grinding his hips against her, pushing the rest of himself into her, and Caz instinctively opened her legs for him. He lowered himself to her and she wrapped her arms around his back and pressed herself to him, lovingthe weight of him on her breasts, between her legs. She slid a leg over his hips and used it to lever herself up against him as he ground against her. He rolled his hips, making his cock swirl inside her and touch her in places that made her gasp.

And yet for all his strength he was exceedingly gentle with her, always afraid of causing her pain, even when her excitement built to a pitch where she longed for him to take her hard, to pound into her.

He put his lips to his ear and kissed her. "Oh Caz, you're so good! You're so fucking good, baby. You just drive me wild! I just want to fuck you and fuck you and never stop."

His lewd words and hot breath in her ear made her shudder. he wasn;t like the others. he was like no one she'd ever been with, and his touch was pure joy. She felt she could never get enough of him.

"Harder." she whispered. "Do it harder, Lucien. Harder."

He looked at her innocent face twisted into a grimace of passion and pulled his hips back, shoving into her hard and she grunted. "Yes! Yes, like that! Yes!"

He slammed into her again, his cock sinking deep into her.

"Oh God!"

He took her ass in his hands and held her up to him, got to his knees and leaned over her, his buttocks clenching as he fucked her again and again, each thrust making her groan and each groan rising in pitch as she felt herself climbing to some impossible height, riding his body and goading him on with her thighs and arms, clinging to him as he took her there.

The sounds of their fevered lust were loud in the room as their bodies slammed together, and through her closed eyelids Cassie could see only the golden light of morning as it grew tinged with red as he took her higher and higher. It was glorious, it was rapture to have him inside her like this, to know she was giving him such excruciating pleasure even as she stole her own from his body,

"Oh Caz! Oh fuck, Caz!" he moaned, and his very excitement made her squeal. One of his hands left her bottom and she felt it worm its way between them, and then she felt hot sparks burn through her as his thumb found the hot litle bud of her clit and barely touched it.

It was too much for her, too much for her flesh to bear. She heaved her hips up at him in a spasm of lust , sunk her shoryt nails into the rock hard nuscles of his biceps and screamed as she felt herself shatter into countless brilliant shards, then reassemble to be blown apart again by another blast of orgasmic pleasure.

"Oh baby, Oh baby!" he groaned. He pulled his cock from her clutching depth and laid it on her trembling belly, pumpped once, twice, and she felt him throb and his burning discharge splattered over her skin, making her cry out again and reach for him, to feel him in his ecstasy as he poured his semen onto her stomach.

"Oh yes, Lucien, yes!" she creid out hoarsely as his cock spit again and again. Her lover's cries as he emptied himself onto her made her feel totally filthy and wonderfully alive.

As he moaned and collapsed against her body she held his face pressed to the valley of her neck, one hand on the back of his head, as if comforting him, while her weild thrills continued to echo deliciously in her body.

So this was it, she thought. This is what everyone talked about. She had never known. She had no idea it could be like this for her. Nothing in her past had prepared her for something this good. All her prior experiences with sex had led to pain and humiliation, disappointment and shame, and she had assumed that was to be her lot.

Now, as she caressed Lucien's panting, sweatiing body and whispered meaningless words of comfort and endearment to him, she realized she would never be the same. A huge gap had opened in her protective wall, and Lucien had made it, and she would never be able to repair it, no matter what.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Cassie

Just what it was that finally convinced Cassie that she was safe, that he was not going to hurt her, she never knew.
Her head believed it when she told him how good he felt buried inside her;
her heart believed it when she asked him to make love to her,
but it was much later as they rolled together, as he guided her gently, as he positioned her,
that her body finally came to accept it.
Only then did the invisible barriers fall away.
Only then did she know that she had surrendered herself up to him.
Only then did she reach out and draw him to her.
His smile as she curled her hands behind his neck and drew him down to her confirmed how right it all was!

"Tell me, Caz, tell me. “

He urged as his cock stroked in and out of her depths, as his mouth feasted at her breasts.

"Oh Lucien, you feel so good! I never knew..."

She confessed freely, clinging to him as time after time he lifted himself from her and sunk back into her wet channel.
The liquid noises of their lovemaking thrilled her.
Each movement as he took possession of her was exquisite.
She knew each move was carried out with infinite care.
Ever vigilant, he was mesmerised by the tremors of her response.
His attentive gaze drank in every emotion that played across her face.
As the dabbling reflection of the sun, plays through the leaves of the trees, so the wonder and awe of their shared coupling was revealed to him.
He thrilled at her touch as she ran her hands over his torso delighting in his hardness, his manliness, his power.

No longer intimidated by the force of him, Cassie spread herself, inviting him to plummet into her depths. She gloried in being crushed beneath him, no longer fearful of being overpowered, rather, she gasped as he moved his hips to screw himself inside her, stimulating the walls of her tight channel, making her feel all of him.
His hot breath at her ear drove her crazy.

"Oh Caz, you're so good! You're so fucking good, baby.
You just drive me wild! I just want to fuck you and fuck you and never stop."

The hoarse exclamation of those words made Cassie fill with lustful heat.
She needed him so badly.
She needed him to do that to her.
She needed him to fuck her!

"Harder. Do it harder, Lucien. Harder."

Her voice was a mere whisper: Her request soft, but insistent.
She had crossed beyond the confines of her experience and knew that she wanted to give so much more to Lucien.

"Yes! Yes, like that! Yes!"

His gutteral exclamation shocked and thrilled her.
His moans combined with the slamming of his hips as he hammered home inside her thrilled her as she clung on helplessly.

"Oh God!"

He moaned as he felt her fragility. Yet still she wanted it, still she took it.
Caz felt his steadying hands move to her hips. She felt him draw her to him.
She lay beneath him, clearly offering herself up to his cock as unable to decline her gift, he thrust into her making her body rock with his force as he plunged deep, fucking and fucking and fucking her so completely.
Her moans, her thighs, the way she clung to him and rode the torrent of his passion drove him onwards.
All she could think about was to have him buried inside her, having him take her thoroughly, even as she bucked to squeeze her own pleasure from the steel rod with which he was tormenting her so wondrously!

"Oh Caz! Oh fuck, Caz!"

Cassie was incoherent and could only cry out at her lust for him.
Before she had even realised, his hand was between her legs.
Just with that gentle caress, it was as if Lucien had lit a touch paper.
Cassie screamed as she exploded.
Beyond all control, her body spasmed.
Her hips rose and clamped down demandingly, trapping his cock, her walls clenching and squeezing as the waves of her orgasm washed over her.
Mindlessly she used his cock.
Mindlessly her nails raked into his flesh.
Again and again she screamed out her pleasure as her mind blanked aware only of the all-encompassing sensation.

"Oh baby, Oh baby!"

His groans were answered by her whimpers as her body shook helplessly in aftershock.
She gasped, as he uncorked his cock from her depths and began to pour his hot sticky cumm over her trembling belly.
The feel of his essence on her skin made her cry out.

"Oh yes, Lucien, yes!"

Cassie so wanted all of him.
She lay quivering as he grunted emptying himself over her smooth flesh.
As he finally collapsed, she laced her fingers through his hair, needing the contact as she felt his hot breath on her neck.

”God! Lucien! I wanted you to be my first,”

Cassie breathed huskily.
She was exhausted, but her face was lit with the rapture and optimism of a newly deflowered virgin. Lucien was momentarily confused. She was so achingly tight, so innocent, he could almost believe that she had never been penetrated before, yet the only barrier to his entry had been her fear.
Had her sexual experience shaped on the street, or was this part of what she was trying to escape from?

Cassie sighed as she felt Lucien’s hand move to stroke her hair tenderly. Eyes shut, she murmured softly, still revelling in the sweet vibrations that rippled through her newly sated body. She did not see the dark expression that crossed Lucien’s face as he tried not to guess at what it was in her past that had so scarred this young girl; a young girl who had blossomed and opened up in response to his loving and patient touch.

Almost as if she sensed a change in his mood, Cassie opened her eyes and silently noted his pensive expression. Her initial instinct was to ask if she had done something wrong, to apologise, to ask if she’d pleased him, but she knew for the first time that whatever had caused his unease, she was not at fault. Amazed that she felt secure enough not to ask for reassurance, Cassie touched his face gently drawing his gaze to her.

”Lucien…?”

Her voice caressed his name.
She had repeated it like a mantra as they had made love, but now she the word was quietly questing. She had let him inside her; body, mind and soul.
She so longed to understand him.

”Tell me … “

She whispered simply, inviting him to voice his thoughts, to question, to share himself with her.
She knew that she now felt unable to hold anything back from him.
Even if her past disgusted him, even if ultimately he rejected her, she was tired of running from the truth, of hiding, of lying.
Her eyes looked deeply into his, drawing him out.
She had reached the point of no return, all or nothing she decided.

Would he accept all that she was?
Would he take the risk and do the same?

 

[dr_mabeuse]

"Tell me..." she asked him gently.

He lie with his cheek on her shoulder, just where he'd fallen in satisfied exhaustion when they'd finished making love. He could still hear her heart pounding in her chest, the wonderful warmth of her afterglow. He kissed her breast. How tender she was. How sweet. How miraculous. He felt like he had drained everything into her, all his tension, all his fear, all his anger and anguish, and she had taken it all for him, and in her woman's way left him feeling pure and remade, clean and at peace.

All his plans and schemes, all the mad running around that was his life, all seemed to foolish and far away now, so silly and pointless. What was out there that was equal to what he'd just found in Cassie's embrace, in the pure joy of seeing explode with the pleasure he gave her.

What a lie his life was. What a stupid, pointless joke.

She touched his cheek and he took her hand, kissed it, then kissed her palm, holding her soft hand against his lips for a long time, feeling her, smelling her, not wanting to let her go.

"Cassie," he said, looking at her. "You're too good for me. You're just too good to believe."

At that he saw her eyes cloud with guilt and she looked away. She had secrets too, he thought. Secrets possibly even deeper than his own. The thought that there was a part of her he could not see, could not share wounded him and his face darkened. But why should he resent being shut out of parts of her life. Jadn't he always shut people out? He'd lied and conned, cheated and manipulated until he himself didn't know the truth anymore..

"Cassie," he said. "I don't want this to be what it alwys is with me. I don't want to lie to you. Ever."

She looked at him curiously, afraid of what he was going to tell her.

He sat up, crossed his legs and looked down at her lying so beautiful in his bed, her golden hair in gorgeous disarray, the glow of sex still on her face.

"Everyone I've ever known I've lied to." he said. "It's what I do. I'm a con man, a liar, and I'm so sick of it. Now I have a chance to start all over with you, Cassie, and I don't want us to be like that. I don't want to have to worry about what I've told you and what I haven't told you, worry about talking in my sleep, worry that you're lying to me. Do you understand?"

She nodded her head. She reached for him and he took her hand and put it to his lips. "You're something special, Cassandra. I should have known by the way you came into my life." He smiled at her and Cassie smiled in embarrassment.

"Do you believe me?" he asked her. It was very important to him that she did.

"Yes, Lucien. I believe you."

"Do you trust me?"

"Oh yes, Lucien. I trust you."

He slid back into bed and took her in his arms. He hugged her to him and then looked at her as her eyes searched his face nervously.

"Cassandra," he said. "I love you."

She started to answer but he put a finger over her lips.

"Before you say anything, I have to tell you something." he said. "When I brought you here last night, Cassie, my intentions were less than honorable. I don't mean this" he hugged her to indicate their nakedness, their lovemaking. "I mean I had plans to use you in a scam, whether you wanted to be involved or not."

She listened to him without comment, her head on his chest. He took a deep breath. "It involved getting a girl for a certain official so he'd look the other way when some goods are smuggled through customs. That's all I want to tell you now, because the less you know about this, the better. I was going to use you."
He didn't say "pimp for you", but he could have.

"Could you have done that, Lucien?" she asked.

"I don't know. I didn't know who you were, what you were. You were young, attractive, and alone on the streets. You would have been perfect. But i don't know if I could have done it. I've never done anything like that before." he stopped. That was enough for now. He would be honest with her, but not all at once.

"In any case I couldn't do it and I didn't do it. That's what matters, isn't it?"

"Yes," she said. "I suppose it is."

"And now you," he said, cheerily changing the subject. "Now you be honest with me."

She looked at him with her big eyes, feigning innocence. "Honest about what, Lucien? I haven't lied to you."

"No, but you haven't told me anything either. I don't even know your last name, Cassie. Besides, I know that there's one thing you want to know. You want to know very badly."

"Oh? What's that?"

He smiled. "You want to know if you were good."

She didn't smile. Softly she asked. "Was I?"

Her vulnerability made him gather her into his arms and crush her to him, "Oh my God, Cassandra, you were the just best I've ever had. You were absolutely wonderful darling. No one even comes close."

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Cassie

"Cassie. You're too good for me. You're just too good to believe."

His words cut through her. She wasn’t good.
They had been good together, but that was because of him.
It was nothing to do with her, she told herself.

"Cassie, I don't want this to be what it always is with me.
I don't want to lie to you. Ever."

Cassie hold told Lucien to tell her, but what was it he had to tell her?
She tried to brace herself, dreading that what he said to her would spoil it, make it all wrong, all sullied, but she had to take that risk.
She sat her eyes wide and fearfully expectant, watching his face silently as he spoke.

"Everyone I've ever known I've lied to. It's what I do.
I'm a con man, a liar, and I'm so sick of it.
Now I have a chance to start all over with you, Cassie, and I don't want us to be like that. I don't want to have to worry about what I've told you and what I haven't told you, worry about talking in my sleep, worry that you're lying to me.
Do you understand?"

Cassie nodded. She had known what kind of “work” he did, but was reeling from his words. He wanted to start over with her?
This wasn’t just a one off? He wanted to see her again, be with her? Why?

"You're something special, Cassandra.

She shivered at the light kiss he pressed onto her hand.

”I should have known by the way you came into my life."

Cassie blushed hotly and smiled shyly up at him remembering how she’d held him at knife point, well not for long of course … she realised that she had completely forgotten about her head that morning!

"Do you believe me?"

Cassie looked at him.
Did she believe he was a conman?
Did she believe he wanted to be with her?

"Yes, Lucien. I believe you."

The first fact did not make her want to be with him any less.

"Do you trust me?"

His eyes looked earnestly at hers.
She had never trusted anyone as much as she trusted him now.
She had let him in and couldn’t simply retreat now, whatever he told her.

"Oh yes, Lucien. I trust you."

She whispered, her voice held a slight tremor as she told him.
She felt herself enveloped in his arms and pulled against his chest.
He drew back and looked into her face, his gaze searching.

"Cassandra, I love you."

She gasped. He couldn’t possibly love her!
He didn’t know her! She had to make him see sense!
Stop him saying such crazy things!
But his finger stopped her words, silenced her protests.

"Before you say anything, I have to tell you something."

She nodded meekly letting him remove his finger from her lips.
She watched him carefully as he explained.

"When I brought you here last night, Cassie, my intentions were less than honorable.

God he always intended to …. ?

”I don't mean this.."

His hug reassured her again. If this had all been a set up, a scheme to get her into bed she couldn’t have borne it!

"I mean I had plans to use you in a scam, whether you wanted to be involved or not."

He spoke quietly, painfully even.
Her head nestled against his chest, listening to his words, not commenting.

"It involved getting a girl for a certain official so he'd look the other way when some goods are smuggled through customs. That's all I want to tell you now, because the less you know about this, the better. I was going to use you."

She lay stunned. He had intended to use her. She had always been used.
It shouldn’t come as any surprise. Silently she digested this information, hurt, even though he hadn’t gone through with his intention.
She took a painful breath. She didn’t want to know, she dreaded asking, but she needed to know.

"Could you have done that, Lucien?"

She raised her eyes to his. Her expression pained, imploring.
He could have fed her platitudes, but he was honest.

"I don't know. I didn't know who you were, what you were.
You were young, attractive, and alone on the streets.
You would have been perfect. But i don't know if I could have done it.
I've never done anything like that before."

He stopped talking, but her mind whirled.

"In any case I couldn't do it and I didn't do it. That's what matters, isn't it?"

It wasn’t what mattered.
What mattered where the words he’d just said that kept going round and round in her head.
“I didn't know who you were, what you were…”
If he knew what she was, then perhaps he would decide that using her in the scam was all she was worth! It was all she thought she was worth.
She wasn’t worth his honesty, his love.

"Yes, I suppose it is."

She spoke quietly, but did not meet his eyes.

"And now you,"

She looked up at his forced cheery tone.
It seemed the previous subject was closed.

”Now you be honest with me."

She tried to mask her panic. She commented casually.

"Honest about what, Lucien? I haven't lied to you."

She looked like a frightened doe as she looked at him.
She would never lie to him, but after what he had just said …

"No, but you haven't told me anything either.
I don't even know your last name, Cassie.”

She shrugged. She could tell him that. Her name was of no importance to her anymore.

”Besides, I know that there's one thing you want to know.
You want to know very badly."

She looked up at him suspiciously. He seemed to know so much about her feelings, but there was nothing she needed to know. Nothing he needed to tell her?

"Oh? What's that?"

Her tone was curious.
Her mouth turned up into a smile, mirroring his own, assuming he was teasing before he spoke.

"You want to know if you were good."

The smile froze as she regarded him solemnly.
Yes. She needed to know. Needed to know if she had spoiled it.
If he had felt …
Her expression was serious as she dared to ask him;

"Was I?"

The breath shot out of her body as he gathered her forcefully against him.

"Oh my God, Cassandra, you were the just best I've ever had.
You were absolutely wonderful darling. No one even comes close."

Her eyes danced at the exuberant praise.
She eyed him speculatively, but knew that he was being sincere.
She had given him pleasure. She had been “good”.
She glowed, pleased that just this once it had been “right”.

He smiled, leaving her still wrapped in his arms.
Just as she had, he looked at her and ran a gentle hand through her hair.

”Tell me … “

His tone was gentle, coaxing, as hers had been.
The eyes she turned to him were troubled, fearful as she considered what to tell him, how to tell him…
His hand moved to her cheek, he stroked it gently.

”You said you trusted me, Cassie… trust me now … “

His words were a simple statement of fact, an urging to her to take the final leap of faith.
She searched his eyes and found no accusation, no censure for her reluctance to speak.
Instinctively Lucien sat silently and waited.

Cassie took a deep breath.

”OK … like I said my name is Cassie, Cassandra, but for the past nine years, I’ve gone under the name Caz … it’s more “suitable” out there … “

She looked up at him then and as he didn’t interrupt ploughed on.

”My full name, as you ask, is Cassandra Myles, Cassandra Natalie Myles if you want to be absolutely correct.”

Again she hesitated and then pulled her eyes away, speaking softly.

”I’m 19 … August 15th, so I still have a year and almost nine months before I can get to my trust fund and become financially independent, that is unless they find some way of changing the terms of my gran’s will.”

She shrugged.

”I don’t hold my breath to be honest, but I plan to at least attempt to make my claim when the time comes… know any good lawyers?”

She joked, forcing a laugh, but seeing Lucien was still listening intently she continued.

”But don’t get me wrong, I’m not a millionairesse and wouldn’t be set up for life, it’s just that gran was fond of me and … well … she wanted me to “get out and have some fun,” as she put it… “

Cassie’s eyes twinkled as she remembered, then clouded guilitily.

”If she knew, she’d have had a fit … if she’d been alive then … it would never have happened… “

She lapsed into silence. Lost in her own thoughts she was barely aware of Lucien as he held her as he stroked her hair gently.

”What happened..?”

Cassie started at his gentle prompt, she had all but lost herself in thought.

”Ohhh … we had a … falling out … disagreement … “

She rushed on.

”I had enough, so, I left … isn’t that always the way?”

She looked at him, questioningly, then dragged her eyes away as she saw his expression. She knew he didn’t buy it. Why did a bright enough girl, pretty too suddenly up and run out on what seemed to be a pretty wealthy and stable family?

His hand moved to take her jaw in his hand. He lifted her face to his.

”Cassie… tell me baby … “

He asked her quietly, his fingers running along her fragile jaw line as tears started to her eyes.

”Ohh.. God.. Lucien … “

She exclaimed brokenly.
She knew it would be the end of them, but she owed him that much.
She began to talk haltingly.

”It was a disagreement … of sorts … I was 17 … too young, too stupid … I’d known him forever it seemed and … daddy was keen that we got on … that we saw each other … “

She paused, trying to think how to explain.

”He … he was 21 by that time … and I was naïve … dazzled I suppose … but then again I was told to be … he was from such an important family…. Did you ever hear of the name Myles?”

She barely paused for an answer.

”You wouldn’t have. Daddy was good, but he never quite made it in the business world. He … Daniel … “

She tensed as she let his name fall from her lips and Lucien tightened his hold on her.

”His family were “ all that and more”, if you get my meaning.

She sighed.

”There’s not much to tell. We’d all but grown up together, I’d known him forever, but then when he came home that summer, the summer I was to turn 18 he began to … show an .. interest … “

She shuddered and coloured as she forced herself to continue.

”We … dated … he took me out … fine places, expensive gifts … it was all … overwhelming … my parents were beside themselves, especially daddy… that’s why he didn’t believe it when I told him … “

Cassie drew her legs up to her and wrapped her arms around her.
Her eyes stared straight ahead, locked somewhere far away in the past.
Lucien tensed, knowing he had come to the crux of things.

”What did he do? … Cassie … ?”

She shook her head and remained immobile.
Only after what seemed an age did she start to speak, haltingly.

”My parents were away … he had said he’d call round … he brought a bottle of champagne … early celebration for my birthday he said, but it was only just turned August … “

She did not see Lucien’s expression or the fact that he was trying hard not to comment.

”I didn’t really want it, didn’t drink much … then we sat on the sofa … I didn’t want him to do that …. I told him … told him no … but … “

Her voice broke, tears had brimmed over her eyes.
Lucien looked at her helplessly trying to soothe her.
God! He knew without her elaborating that the bastard had raped her.

”The names … the things he said … and … it hurt Lucien … it was my first time … and it hurt so much … “

She turned her eyes and looked brokenly at him.

But it was my fault. He told me… he …

She broke off unable to continue.

”Noo… Cassie … “

He wanted to tell her how wrong she was, but she continued.

”I couldn’t tell anyone. I was … so ashamed … and he told me he’d say terrible things about me if I told … so … I had to pretend it was all OK… and all the time daddy was saying how “taken with me” Daniel was, what a “nice young man” he was and “if I played my cards right… “ ….
God… I felt sick … I didn’t know what to do… “

He could hear the desperation in her voice.
He wanted her to stop. But now she had started, she had to tell him it all.

”But your parents found out?”

He guessed, trying to help her conclude her story.
He was relieved when she nodded, but stayed silent as she continued:

”He tried it again: Two days before my birthday.
He made a big show of presenting me with these earrings, diamond.
You could see the dollar signs lighting up in my parent’s eyes.
They had him earmarked for a future son-in-law!
We were all supposed to go out for a meal, a “family” celebration … oh .. they weren’t subtle, my parents!
Only, they went ahead, Daniel asked for time to talk to me “privately”.
You can imagine what was going through their minds!
His intentions were far from honourable, though…
I never made it to the “celebration”.

”Cassie … “

Lucien pulled her to him, his arms wrapping round her rigid body.

”Sshhhh… it’s ok … you don’t have to … “

”I fought harder that time.
He said that was no way to thank him properly …
I was just a whore, surely I knew how much I owed him, after all he’d given me, the good time he’d shown me … it was “pay back time” …
He knew I wanted it … knew it was what I deserved ...”

She shuddered as she remembered how he had told her to be a “good little girl for Daniel” and told her how worthless she was and how he had raged at her and finally how he had hurt her when she tried to refuse him.

”I made him angry. I shouldn’t have crossed him.
When my parents came back, they could see what had happened … “

She glossed over the details, but Lucien could guess how rough he'd been with her as he took what he wanted.
He tried to blank his mind of the image of her fragile body being abused.

”They were shocked, said all the right things, but … when it came to it, what could they do?
Daniel claimed we’d been lovers all summer, that I’d been keen to get into bed with him.
He acted all shame faced when he admitted that he’d lost his temper with me that evening.
He claimed I’d made promises, teased him and then refused his advances, taunting him until he lost his temper.
He had been serious about me, he assured them.
Did they expect that he would court a girl so attentively, shower her with gifts if he hadn’t loved her, not wanted to marry her?
He told them that he was so hurt by my rejection of him and so embarrassed by his loss of control that he could not bring himself to face my family again …

… and so he got away with it and my parents blamed me …

not only for ruining my marriage prospects, but they believed all of it and regarded me as a slut. I was damaged goods and they were ashamed of me, they just wouldn’t listen … and somehow, I felt it was my fault…“

Lucien finally broke his silence.

”God Cass … the guy raped you twice and beat you up … how was that your fault?
You were 17 for God’s sake!”

She looked at him, as if she’d never heard it put like that before, her face was pale, tears still ran unheeded down her cheeks.

”I stayed another six months would you believe? But it was never right.
I couldn’t stand the hypocrisy. The atmosphere at home was terrible … so I left.
I left a note telling them that I was going on holiday with a girl friend from school.
By the time they found out it wasn’t true, I was long gone!”

Lucien sat quietly beside her.
There was one more question, he didn’t want to cause her pain, but he wanted to know.

”And on the streets … did you … were you … “

She smiled at his tentative questioning.

”Daniel was my first and second and last.
I just couldn’t bring myself to do anything like that again.
I know some girls did it and said it was easy money, but I could never …
And I’ve kept myself out of trouble so far …
Being with you was like the first time for me, the first time I wanted to … “

She blushed hotly and moved to look him in the eye.

”That’s what I am, Lucien.
I’ve been told I’m so many bad things, I know some of it must be true.
I felt so guilty about it all, so dirty, so inadequate.
Even now, I can’t imagine anyone wanting me, not really.
Perhaps I’d be more suitable for your “scam” than you think.
I can’t imagine that being what I am, I’d ever make you happy … “

She concluded sadly looking at him, silent at last, waiting for his comments, knowing that this could be the end of everything, now
she’d told him what she’d let happen to her.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

As she finished her story she glanced up nervously at him, and saw her hurt reflected in his eyes.

"So that's it Caz?" he asked. "You think you're...you're something cheap? Easy? Because of what this bastard did to you and how your parents made you feel you think you're some sort of damaged goods? A whore ?"

She didn't nod, but she didn't have to. It was obvious what she thought.

"Oh baby," he said, "Oh Cassandra! That's not true. I know that's not true. It wasn't your fault, Caz. It wasn't your fault at all! You can't let them make you feel this way!"

But he saw his words did little to stem her tears or to heal her shame. He felt his grief for her turn to rage against the people who had doen this to her. But what good would that do? Revenge wouldn't change anything. The past couldn't be undone.

"Cassie?" he said softly, taking her in his arms. He felt her tears wet his chest, and he held her as she sobbed, trying to absorb her pain. What could he do? What would this do to them? He'd just found her. He couldn't lose her now. But already he saw what the danger was.

He pushed her away so that he could look in her eyes, but she would not look at him.

"Cassandra. I love you. I've never felt this way about anyone before. You do something to me. You..." he stopped, realizing how lame his words sounded. He'd been conning people so long that he'd forgotten how to say the truth. He knew better than anyone how cheap words could be, how empty.

He just held her and rocked slowly back and forth while her tears subsided.

"Cassie, I want you to promise me something. Will you do that?"

He felt her nod against his chest.

"I can't keep you here. You're free to come and go and do what you want, you know that. But...but promise me you won't run away from me. Promise me that if you do want to leave, you'll tell me. You'll tell me 'Lucien, I have to go.' Promise me that I won't wake up in the morning and find you gone, that i won't come home some evening and you won't be here..." his arms tightened around her as he said this, and he felt the heat of tears in his eyes. "Because that would kill me, Cassie. That would just kill me if I lost you like that."

He pulled her away and tried to smile, but the tears were overflowing his eyes too. He didn't care. "Promise me! Promise me!"

Seeing his tears started her crying again too, whether from sorrow or happiness she didn't know/ She reached out and grabbed onto him like he was her last hope in the world and she squeezed him with all her strength.

"Lucien I wouldn't hurt you!" she sobbed. "I'd rather die first! I promise, Lucien! I promise!"

 

[dr_mabeuse]

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[DeliciousMaiden]

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[dr_mabeuse]

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[DeliciousMaiden]

Cassie

"So that's it Caz?"

Was he telling her it was over before they’d even started, but no, Cassie looked up as he continued.

"You think you're...you're something cheap? Easy? “

She flinched hearing the words from his mouth.

”Because of what this bastard did to you and how your parents made you feel you think you're some sort of damaged goods? A whore ?"

She tried to hold back the tears as she heard him, thought she heard him call her a whore.
It was how she described herself, but hearing it like this opened the wounds afresh.

"Oh baby. Oh Cassandra! That's not true. I know that's not true.”

She looked at him confused.
What did he think was true?

She couldn’t work out just what he was saying to her?

”It wasn't your fault, Caz. It wasn't your fault at all!
You can't let them make you feel this way!"

But … didn’t Lucien think … ?

"Cassie?"

Still his voice was gentle, soft, kind and she knew she didn’t deserve to be treated like that.
She felt herself held close against him and then kept her head averted as Lucien drew away from her and tried to meet her gaze.
She refused to meet his eyes.
She did not want to see his disgust.
She did not even want to see his pity.
She had wanted it to be so right, for it all to be "normal" between them, but that was something she wasn’t capable of …

"Cassandra. I love you. I've never felt this way about anyone before.”

She listened incredulous and shook her head.
Was he making fun of her?
Why was he saying those things?

”You do something to me. You..."

She hazarded a glance up at him and realised that he was serious.
She’d told herself she didn’t need loving, wouldn’t trust anyone anymore.
She let him hold her as she calmed in his arms.
She should have been pleased, no over-joyed at his words, but she knew that it wouldn’t work, knew that somehow she’d mess it up.
This sort of thing wasn’t supposed to happen to girls like her, she told herself.
This was painful enough already.
Her head told her she had to run, before she got in too deep!

"Cassie, I want you to promise me something. Will you do that?"

His voice was serious.
Despite her intentions, she was still melted against his chest.
She nodded silently, hoping that it was a promise she could keep.

"I can't keep you here. You're free to come and go and do what you want, you know that.
But...but promise me you won't run away from me.”

Her face flew up to his.
How could he know what she was feeling, that she wanted to keep running, running away from it all, not from him, she didn't know just what was scaring her, but she could not cope with the “situation” she found herself in.
Part of her wanted to stay, but she knew it was impossible.

”Promise me that if you do want to leave, you'll tell me.
You'll tell me 'Lucien, I have to go.' “

He looked at her earnestly as he insisted.

”Promise me that I won't wake up in the morning and find you gone, that I won't come home some evening and you won't be here … because that would kill me, Cassie.
That would just kill me if I lost you like that."

Cassie looked at Lucien in confusion.
He wanted her around, with him, not just as someone to see now and then, to fuck when he got the urge ... !
She realised as she heard his voice, his words, his emotion that he was truly serious, serious about her, though she couldn’t work out why.

Her eyes widened as she tried to make sense of her feelings.
Part of her was totally freaked by the intensity of his emotions.
But part of her dared to wonder:
"“..but what if it did work?"
What if Lucien was right for her ?”

But she told herself, it was she who never could be right for him.

"Promise me! Promise me!"

His voice was urgent and she felt guilty for not being able to trust him fully.
Crying Cassie wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him to her, holding him there, as if to memorise what he felt like, how good it was just to hold him.

"Lucien I wouldn't hurt you! I'd rather die first! “

She didn’t want to hurt him, but she cared enough about him to want what was best for him and that wasn’t her; she had convinced herself of that.

”I promise, Lucien! I promise!"

She looked up at him and smiled sadly.

”I’ll tell you before I go.”

She drew away from him.
Missing Lucien’s pained expression, as she wiped at her tears, before she continuing.
She wanted to tell him, that she would never consider just upping and leaving, but she knew that was what she had been planning.
It would have been much easier that way; no drawn out goodbyes, explanations, and apologies.
being bound by this promise would make leaving him so much more difficult, painful, she admitted to herself.
The sooner she left the better, she knew, but … she so didn’t want to this time. Her mind worked on the other possibility that he would just “tolerate” her being around.
She couldn’t bare that either.

”But if you get … bored … if I’m in the way, just tell me to get lost … you don’t have to have me around more than you want … I didn’t even expect you’d want me to stay on here at all … I … thought… “

She broke off, uncertainly seeing his darkened expression.

”You thought you were just good for a quick fuck…?”

His voice was soft, but hard.
Cassie hung her head, nodding, before explaining breathlessly;

”I’m not good for you Lucien. I don’t know why you think you love me … I haven’t done anything to … deserve … all this … "

She looked up, touched his cheek lightly as she explained tenderly.

... you can do so much better than me, hun …”

Unaware of the loving expression in her eyes, as they silently pleaded for his understanding, she whispered;

”I wish I was the one, the right one for you.
It would be so easy to …. “

She broke of mid-sentence, catching herself just in time.
She drew her hand away from his cheek.
She knew Lucien was the one she could easily lose her heart to, but she couldn’t let that happen for his and for her sake.

”Cassie …? “

Lucien caught her hand and drew it back to press it to his cheek.
His voice was soft, questioning.
She wanted to hold back from him.
It would be so much easier if she could just tell him she wasn’t interested, act as if she didn’t care.

”God, Lucien … "

She gasped brokenly.

" I ... I can’t do this …”

Even before she explained, he could hear the panic in her voice.

”… if we … I’d find it so hard to walk away … and when it ended, it would hurt like hell … “

She saw him start to speak, but continued in a rush.

”I care so much about you already ...
and it scares the hell out of me … “

Cassie stopped shocked at her admission.

There were so many reasons why she felt that being with Lucien wouldn’t work, but she suddenly realised that what she really wanted to run from was the increasing depth of her feelings and responses to him.
She had never experienced the tenderness, the passion that he had shown her; she desperately tried to stop herself imagining what it would be like to “be” with him, telling herself she had to be realistic.

Whatever happened now, she knew that when she did go back on the streets, whether it be sooner or later, she would not just be “lonely” again, but she would be always be “lonely for him”…

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Lucien listened to her, saw her fear and her doubt, and slowly his heart sank, his sorrow turned to anger. But he didn't show his feelings. He didn't show his disappointment, his anguish, but his heart pulled back from her. She would not promise. She would not let him in. Sooner of later, he knew, she would go. His attempts to be honest with her, to reach out to her, were simply wasted. Her heart was too full of self-pity and hate for anythng else, and his con-man's instinctive fear of being conned himself suddenly cried out inside him: She's going to fuck you over!

He didn't show any of this, but looking at her sitting there, her sorrow like an impenetrable shield around her, he felt like a fool. She was so achingly beautiful, and like most things this beautiful, all you could do was look, you couldn't touch. She was like a princess under a glass dome.

So this is what you get when you try to be real with someone, It doesn't so a bit of good. What the hell was I thinking?

He put on his best smile for her and tried not to let his thoughts show in his eyes, but in his heart he was already saying goodbye to her, memorizing her face, the sadness in her eyes. It might be today, it might next week, or the week after that, but he knew eventually she would go. He would come into the flat and call her name and hear nothing, and standing in the living room he would feel that emptiness, that silence that speaks so loudly, that says that someone was there, but now they're gone, and won't be coming back.

Yet, if honesty hadn't worked, weren't there other things he could try? Didn't he have the charm, the fake sincerity to somehow con her into staying? Was it even ethical to run a game on her, to try and fool her into loving him?

Ethics? What did he ever care about ethics? But he knew this was different. This was love he was thinking about, and love couldn't be built on a lie.

But he didn't need to con her into loving him. he knew that wouldn't work with her anyhow, becauye he felt too strongly for her. But maybe he could con her into staying long enough for her to get comfortable with him, to give him a chance so that she wouldn't just reject him out of hand. A week, two weeks? How long would it take for him to gain her trust? And what would it take to keep her here?

His mind buzzing with possibilities, he got out of bed naked and went to his dresser. He opened a frawer and took out a key and put it by her on the nightstand.

"Cassie. I want you to stay. I want so much for you to stay and give us a chance. But I can't force you. I'm just asking that you take things one day at a time. Okay? Just don't worry about what happened and what might happen. Just be with me while you're here."
"Here's a key. You're free to come and go as you wish."

He kissed her on the forehead and started to leave the bedroom.

"Lucien?" she asked, "Where are you going?"

"I've got some things I have to take care of." he called in as she heard him dressing. "And I have to get you some clothes, Cassie. I don't want you running around in those rags anymore, whether you stay or leave. I'll be back as soon as I can, sometime in the afternoon. Meantime, you rest, okay? My place is yours, whatever you want, take. I'll bring back some more food too. Just tell me what you'll eat."

Too confused to resist, Cassie named some items while he nodded, committing them to memory. he had a very good memory.
He put on his coat, came over to her where she still sat in his bed, bent over and kissed her.

Her kiss had the same fervor, the same sweet hunger for him. She wanted himn to stay, he could feel it in her kiss. She wanted him again, she was offering herself to him again. Buthe knew that would just be confirming her idea that she was good for nothing else, so he tore himself from her reluctantly, hoping his growing erection didn't show.

"I'll be back." he said. "I love you Cassie."

On the way out her grabbed Cassie's clkothes from where he hand folded them, on the coffee table in the living room. He took all her clothes, her shoes too, and walked out. She heard the door close behind him.

There he thought. Let's see how far you get in my shirt and boxer shorts!

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Cassie

So that was that.
He got out of bed and walked away from her.
He took a key. He didn’t even give it to her, he just put it beside her.

"Cassie. I want you to stay. I want so much for you to stay and give us a chance. But I can't force you. I'm just asking that you take things one day at a time. Okay? Just don't worry about what happened and what might happen.
Just be with me while you're here. Here's a key. You're free to come and go as you wish."

The words sounded right, but, she sensed a distance.
She nodded. She was right. She had known it.
He wasn’t talking about long term, just for now.
He hadn’t told her she was wrong.
He hadn’t commented on her declaration that she cared so much for him already.
Perhaps that was his game. He was a self-confessed con-man.
Well the lines had worked. She cared, but she wasn’t a fool.
She knew already that he could switch in a matter of seconds.
She wrapped her arms about her in a childish gesture of self-protection.

He made no comment as he told her he had things to do and agreed to let him get her some clothes, too upset and confused to argue with him any more.
He kissed her on the forehead and started to leave the bedroom.

”I'll be back as soon as I can, sometime in the afternoon. Meantime, you rest, okay? My place is yours, whatever you want, take. I'll bring back some more food too.
Just tell me what you'll eat."

She sat in his bed watching him.
Her eyes were sad. It was what she’d wanted, what she’d asked for.
No silly declarations, no promises, but it still hurt. It was too late for it not to.

”I’ll eat anything. Don’t buy anything special for me. Besides I don’t eat much and I’m not hungry…”

She drew the covers up about her, shielding her body from his eyes and trying to recapture the sense of well being that she had enjoyed earlier that morning.
She looked up as he walked over, already with a coat wrapped round him.
She tried to sit woodenly whilst he kissed her, but found it impossible to hold back her response, her hunger for him.
When he drew away, she turned her back on him,

”I’ll take a shower … see you later … “

She forced her voice to be casual, but even to her own ears she sounded upset and felt abandoned.

"I'll be back. I love you Cassie."

She looked back at him then, not caring if he did see her broken expression.
If you loved me you wouldn’t just run off, she said to herself, but merely said,

”Sure… see you… “

She let him go. She sat numb for minutes after she heard the door slam shut.

Sighing, she moved out of bed, slipping into the bathroom to wash his cumm away from her and to cleanse her skin.
She took little enjoyment in the shower this time.
Somehow she thought that the scaldingly hot water would rid her of the sensation of his touch, of his hands in her, of the feel of his cock inside her.
But it didn’t work.
Stalking across the flat naked, she tried to find her laundered clothes, but had to return to draw on the crumpled but clean shirt and boxer shorts of the day before.
Damn, they still smelt of him, she remembered the way his warmth, his scent had surrounded her when she had woken up that morning.

“Dressed” now, she padded to the kitchen to make herself a hot drink.
She realised that even her shoes had been discarded.
Even if she’d wanted to leave, she couldn’t have. Perhaps that was why …?

”Fuck him! I promised him, didn’t I””

She exclaimed in frustration.

Cassie soon finished her drink and paced round the apartment.
She felt like a trapped animal.
She didn’t touch anything, she didn’t pry.
Nothing here was hers, or her business anyway.
She was confused, exhausted.
Perhaps if she had a rest, then she could make decisions more clearly.
She had been on an emotional roller coaster since she had stupidly tried to rob him!

She walked back to the bedroom.
The bed looked warm, inviting, but she knew she should grab a cover and go to sleep on the sofa. This wasn’t her bed afterall.
She pulled a blanket out of the airing cupboard and made her way to the lounge.
She took a couple of cushions and pulled them behind her head.
Drawing the blanket up, she flicked on the TV and began to flick through the channels.

Looking at the midday sun, she sighed.
What the hell was she doing?
She was exhuasted and she needed sleep.
This was ridiculous, childish.
She walked back down the hall and into the bedroom.
She settled back in Lucien’s bed and lay back with a sigh.
Smiling softly, lost in the happy memories of that morning, Cassie eventually slept.
She slept soundly, her face peaceful.
So peaceful, that Cassie did not hear Lucien return.
She did not see him looking about the flat.
She did not see his expression as he saw her makeshift bed, or his smile as he saw the discarded coffee cup.
Cassie did not hear him as he opened the bedroom door.
She did not see him smile as he saw her curled in sleep, her expression serene and unguarded.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Lucien

Lucien took Cassie's clothes down to the basement and after checking the labels for her sizes left them in his storage locker, then found a taxi outside.

He went over to Billy's office and paid out the money he still owed him, all very businesslike. Billy even gave him a receipt. And there goes that plan. he thought as he left the office.

He still had money left, and he bought her some clothes as he said he would. Clothes like he thought she'd normally wear, and clothes she might not, which he thought might come in handy in his alternate plan, then he stopped by the grocers and picked up some tins of soup and some cheese. He could cook. If things went well maybe he'd pop out later and get some real food and cook for them.

He got back to the flat, braced for the feel of her being gone, but he knew immediately she was still there. He saw her little nest of blankets in the living room, her empty coffee cup. He was embarrassed at the warmth he felt at the simple sight of the cup. Her cup.

He dropped the packages and went into the bedroom, and there she was asleep in the bed, the very picture of innocence.

"Cassie?" he whsipered, throwing his coat on a chair. "Cassandra?"
He climbed onto the bed and stretched out next to her. She was warm and pink with sleep, but when she felt his weight next to her she murmured and rolled towards him. "Lucien." she said.

He took her in his arms and she snuggled into his chest, still asleep. He kissed her head and she turned her face to him for another, her eyes still closed.

"Are you awake?" he whispered, but she shook her head no, still waiting for his kiss.

He smiled at her and kissed her, feeling her yielding warmth on his mouth. She had a delicate eagerness when she kissed that he found just maddening, as if she were telling him that whatever he wanted to do to her was fine, and that he should do it now.

"I got you some clothes." he said. "I'll show you."

He got up and she reached for him, but he was done. He came back with some parcels, which he showed her one by one. A sweater the color of her eyes. Some tee shirts. Some jeans. From the other box he took a collection of knickers and a couple of bras.

She looked at all these with shame and delight. "Lucien, you shouldn't have! Why did you do this? You're terrible!"

She looked at the underthings and blushed. Obviously he must not have known. They came from a very exclusive shop known for its high quality, expense, and sexiness, and they were far better and grown up than she ever would have bought for herself.

"I just asked the girl for the best they had." he explained innocently. He had in fact known very well what he was picking out for her.

He got back on the bed and pulled her down, kissing her again, his arm over her chest.

"They're looking for you, you know." he told her.

"Who?"

"Everyone. There's a reward out for you. I suppose your parents put it out. Five thousand dollars for information leading to return of missing girl." he said. "Everyone I talked to knows about it."

She sat up in bed. "Oh my God! Why would they do that now? Oh Lucien! What should I do?"

"Well," he said. "You're over eighteen. You can do what you want and they can't arrest you. But no doubt they'll make things miserable for you if they find you. My advice is stay off the streets for a week or two. This will blow over. You'll be safe here."

She let him pull her back down into bed and he gathered her into his arms. They kissed, the kiss turning suddenly passionate as she realized she was safe with him. She lay on her back, his arm across her chest, and she held on to his arm with both hands as they kissed.

He felt her breathing increase, her sweet little tongue came out and licked his lips and the breath from her nose was warm on his cheek.
He raised up, driving her tongue back with his and opened his mouth as if to eat her up. She gave a litle squeak of submission at his passion, then she met him on his own terms, her hunger rising in her, her had going to his face.

He could not help himself. His hand slid over to feel her breast, and she put her own hand over his to keep him there, showing him how to touch her as their tongues churned together. He put his arms around her and pulled her close so that she could feel his hardness, and she moaned, throwing her bare leg over his, wrapping it around him and pulling him to her. He grabbed her the firm rounds of her ass and ground his hips into her so that his hard cock probed at her belly.

"Oh, Lucien!" she breathed.

Suddenly he pulled away.

"No." he said. "No, Casssie, we can't. We can't."

Her eyes were filled with hurt and confusion, her cheeks flushed and red with arousal. "What, Lucien? What's wrong?"

"No." he said and he stood up. "No. I know what will happen. You'll think I'm just after you for your body. That that's all I care about. I don't want that. It's not true and I don't want that."

She looked at him with bewilderment.

"I'm sorry, Cassie. I won't use you like that. I can't." he turned from her suddenly. "I've got to shower. I'm sorry, darling. Please excuse me."

In the bathroom he stripped off his clothes, pulling his shorts carefully over his achingly hard cock. He switched on the water, afire with need for her. He couldn't stand this. he didn't know if he'd be able to stay away from her for very long.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

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[dr_mabeuse]

Lucien finished in the shower, wrapped his robe around him and walked back into the bedroom.

She looked much better. More rested, clean of the grime of the streets, without the desperate and hunted look she had had yesterday. He sat down on the bed.

"You know that story about the reward was nonsence, don't you?" he asked her

She nodded, a slight smile on her face.

Lucien sighed. "Yeah. And here I'd promised you no lies. I just wanted to make you stay, Cassie. I guess there must be a better way to do it than lying like that, but I just don't know what it is. I care for you so much, Caz, but I just don't know what to do."

"This pain and shame you feel," he said, stroking her soft cheek with the backs of his fingers, "I know it hurts. I know it's killing you. But how can I make you see that what they've said to you is just not true?"

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

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