Let It Burn [OPEN]

[ChaseMePleez]

TWO TO THREE SPOTS OPEN FOR MALES. PLEASE PM ME TO ASK QUESTIONS OR WOULD LIKE TO JOIN IN. DO NOT POST QUESTIONS IN THREAD.
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Christa was being led by a leather rope into a new room. Since she had been taken from the parking lot of the library where she worked, they had taken total control of her person. She could remember a pair of big hands stripping her of her modest clothing, leaving her in her bra and panties. She could smell someone's colgne but could not place where she had smelled it before. The room was rather large with an expensive tile floor , large windows that extended the height of the room with red silk drapes. She had been instructed not to look at her captors.

Once brought to the middle of the room, someone placed a blindfold over her eyes. The world suddenly went dark and Christa wanted to panic. A solid mass of a man pressed against her and whispered hotly into her ear.

No one will harm you, little one. This is a place of pleasure. You are here to learn and to feel.

Christa had come from a modest upbringing with a very religious family. Her father had kept her isolated from most of the world, saying that the world was full of sin and that he would not sacrifice his only daughter to it. She had done as she was told all her life and even after he died, Christa lived her life as he wanted. One thing she hadn't counted on was the lonliness. She would sneak romance novels from the library to get a small taste of what romance could be. Of course she wasn't so foolish to think that fiction would be anything like the real thing.

Somewhere inside her she knew lingered a hunger for touch that had never be satiated. There had been times when she had been caught staring at certain male benefactors for the library. Her mass of light brown curls would alwats been pinned on her head with a few strands laying loose to allow only a small peak of her golden eyes. No one ever really noticed her and she thought that would be how things would stay,

Now she stood int he middle of a room of someone's home, not knowing what their purpose was. The one male who had spoken and hook the rope to something, guiding her to a chair. Someone else came from behind her and freed her mass of hair, letting it glide through his fingers. Christa shivered involuntarily. That was when she noticed that there was at least one other man in the room. Why had they brough her here?

 

[ChaseMePleez]

*bump*

 

[garajd]

Alan Browning, 54, had known Christa since she was a baby; in fact, Alan had been her father's best friend throughout their entire lives. Although best of friends, Alan had thought that Christa's father had been entirely too strict with her and, now that she was on her own, Alan decided that someone needed to break the hold her father had on her, even after his death.

Once she had been brought to him by his men, and stripped to her bra and panties, Alan knew that he would very quickly have to reveal his identity and his plans for her. She had a look on her face that indicated that something was familiar with her surroundins, but yet still questioning where she was.

Stepping to her, blindfolded, hair released from its bindings and falling beautifully on her bare shoulders, he leaned in and let her inhale another scent of his cologne, a scent she is familiar with, but being blindfolded, maybe not making the connection.

Finally speaking, "Christa, it's Alan."