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Post by BRIELLE AMARI ROANIA on Oct 21, 2009 23:23:27 GMT -5
She didn't feel his fingers get any looser from around her arms but in fact they got tighter. Her skin have been of brown color but she knew there would be black and purple bruises where his fingers were digging into her arms. They would most likely take a good week to heal up and knowing Shaun he would probably make her wear something that revealed the bruises, showing the other Atra fae that he was indeed in charge of her and that he knew how to take care of his slave. She knew he didn't care that he was hurting her, she had after all egged him on. If anyone was to blame for her pain it was herself. Her actions and her mouth had led to this and she knew this. Sometimes she just couldn't help herself, she just couldn't keep her own self in check.
She could see the anger in his eyes and she knew she had gone just a bit too far. When she was first captured she purposely made him angry because she thought he would get rid of her, not wanting to deal with it. But she was proven wrong and for a while she was obedient for the most part and did what she was told. For the most part. There were times, like now, where she just didn't listen and made him mad on purpose. She now knew better, knew that he wouldn't let her go because of her disobedience, that dream was long gone. Now she did it for her own amusement, which of course was very stupid of her. She didn't always think of the consequences until they were being dished out.
She struggled against his grip more, her hands coming up to try and pry his grip of death from her skin, she not being successful. He was much stronger than her and his anger also fueled his strength. When she said fairy again she saw the wave of emotions play across his face. She had indeed made a mistake and gone too far. She heard the growl like an animal in his voice and heard him say turn around."What, no.she stammered out but it was too late. He didn't give her the choice of turning around or not because he did it for her. Before she could say another word her face was in the corner, pressing hard against the wall, her hands going up to try and push herself away from the wall with no luck. He was putting great force on her with just one arm and there was no getting out of it. Because she couldn't see him, she didn't know what to anticipate until she felt it.
She let out a sharp cry as she felt the heaviness of his hand. He probably didn't know just how heavy his hand really was. With the strength of his hand and the quickness added to it, the blow hurt like hell. She knew she would have a mark there as well. She desperately tried to push back into him to back him away from her but it was no use. She felt another slap and that one brought tears to her eyes. He was hitting her hard, the anger was coming out. She was being punished for having a smart mouth and not doing what she was told. It hurt and she knew he wouldn't stop unless he felt satisfied. But should she plead for him to not hit her anymore? Should she let him know that tears trickled down her face because of the slaps? No. She wasn't going to cry for mercy this time. She was still angry for what he was doing and she wasn't going to roll over like a dog. She did realize what she said was wrong, but she wasn't going to let him know that. It would take a lot more for a few hard slaps to get her to obey.
words, 679 status, complete tagged, shaun! notes, eeep!!!! hah I promise she won't always be so disobedient, I'm just having so much fun with this.
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Post by SHAUN MITCHEL DAMON on Oct 22, 2009 1:24:18 GMT -5
*- -Most of the time, Shaun didn't feel bad about hitting her. He felt as if she knew the consequences, he had warned her fairly and she brought the punishment on herself. He had merely followed through with discipline he had already promised to her. Still, though, while he was striking her he couldn't help but see the face of his mother that he had loved so much frowning at him with disapproval. She had certainly raised him never to hit a woman, especially seeing as he had six younger sisters. He shoved the thought from his mind. His mother was long dead, the last thing he needed was her face haunting him, telling him the difference between right and wrong. He ignored it, didn't think about it. Let it fall to the back of his unconciousness again and lived in the moment. He got an odd thrill out of showing her who was boss. Watching her squirm, wiggle while he pushed her against the corner. He liked it more than he should. MAde him feel powerful, important, and maybe he liked the idea of showing her exactly who was in charge and how far she could get with her lipping off.
*- -She had pushed him too far this time. He had clearly warned her. He had said exactly what eh would do to her if she didn't listen to him, too, and now he was simply following through. Well, he didn't know if he was going to be able to make her too sore to sit for weeks, that seemed a little exaggerated, but she was certainly going to hurt if he had anything to say about it. Just as he could be mean, he could be nice as well. When he was in a good mood, usually stoned, but sometimes just in a oddly cheery mood, he would pull her down to sit on his lap. He did spent a lot of time being furious, but when she was being obedient and didn't give him any reason to punish her, he would reward her. After all, he must have wanted her, otherwise he wouldn't keep her around. Sure, he spent a fair bit of time punishing her, but jesus, he even found a way to get a kick out of that. The bottom line was that he did like having her around. She was his, and that was it.
*- -Shaun noticed the tears coming down her face as soon as they started, and if anything they just fueled him, made him feel satisfied that he was getting somewhere. It was a good sign, and meant that he probably didn't have to go on much longer. He smirked wolfishly and brought his hand down again, encouraged by the sound it made when it struck her. The slapping sound was loud, and he was sure that anybody walking by could hear. He didn't give a fuck. His belt buckle jingled, still undone and he considered sliding it from it's loops and finishing this that way, but she seemed to be squealing and crying already and he had only struck her with his hand so far. After all, he didn't want to give her a huge mass of bruises. She would already have the ones on her arms, she didn't need matching ones on her ass as well. He would save the bruises for sparring. He kept her pinned against the wall, shifting his body to allow his hand more swing and more access to her backside.
*- -SHaun paused for a moment, eyes locked on her face, her tears. She was beautiful, that much he coudn't deny. Maybe that was why he had kept her around and planned on keeping her. He didn't remember how many times he had hit her-- more than ten, less then twenty five, and that was really all that stuck in his mind. he caught his lip ring between his teeth and sucked it, considering her for a moment while his hand rubbed lazily over her backside. Had she had enough? He really couldn't see, and the only way for him to judge would be to lift up her skirt. Then again, he was sure he could feel the heat radiating off of her ass from where he was rubbing her, but that could just be his hand. After all, he had whacked her hard and now his palm was all tingly. Grunting, he dealt her one more hard slap and then released her, releasing the forearm that he had been using to pin her into the corner. He wasn't really angry anymore- no, he had put all of his emotion into punishing her, and now he felt as if he had done that and it was over with. She had hopefully learned her lesson. Taking a couple of steps back, he crossed his arms over his chest and stood there, eyeing the girl.
words, 833 status, compleete tagged, brielle <3 notes, he secretly likes it ;D gives him a reason to be a perv and spank her.
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Post by BRIELLE AMARI ROANIA on Oct 22, 2009 19:40:27 GMT -5
Brielle cringed and gritted her teeth as her body lurched forward into the wall from yet another blow. Every time he hit her it seemed to be harder. She knew he was angry and knew her words had nicked a nerve. She had a way of doing that, of pushing him just a bit too far and of course in the end she suffered. One would ask why she didn't learn from these encounters, why she didn't do exactly what she was told at all times, but if people really knew her, they would know that answer. She just couldn't sit back and let herself be controlled all the time. She had to add some fire to the kettle and stir things up. But at the moment she had had enough. She could probably endure the pain longer, but she just didn't want to. She heard the buckle of his belt jingle and a small shiver of fear rippled through her body. His hand was one thing, but if he started to hit her with the belt that would be a totally different thing. The belt would leave marks that wouldn't go away for weeks. Atleast his hand probably wouldn't leave more than an extremely sore hand print.
She sucked in her breath and held it for a few seconds, trying to listen if he was taking his belt out. She slowly let her breath out when she realized he wasn't going to hit her with the belt. Oh so kind of him. But then she felt him fondle her ass, taking his sweet time to just cop a feel. She had to bite her tongue literally to not say something about it. She squirmed against him, hoping he was done. He had in fact taken a long pause, like he was thinking of what he wanted to do next. She didn't even see it coming, the one last smack. A soft sound escaped as she was hit but then she felt him finally release her, the pressure of his arm finally releasing. She stood there fora moment, trying to gather her senses. Her backside was burning something awful. She stretched her arms out and touched both walls, holding herself up for a moment before letting them drop and turning around to look at Shaun.
She really looked at him, he staring her down as well. She wondered if he was still angry with her. He seemed to have calmed down but the look on his face was a bit disturbing. She knew she was slightly wrong for pushing him so much but she wasn't really sorry. He had made her angry as well and she had lost her temper. But she wanted him to think she was sorry for what she did and that she had learned her lesson. She suddenly moved forward, right in front of him and put her hand gently on his arm, looking up at him like a puppy who had done his business inside of the house. "Shaun, I'm sorry. she said in a sweet and soft voice, rubbing her hand up and down his arm slowly."Forgive me?"
words, 535 status, complete tagged, shaun! notes, heh perv away!.
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Post by SHAUN MITCHEL DAMON on Oct 22, 2009 21:17:32 GMT -5
*- -Shaun's anger was something that sparked quickly and violently, leaving him really no room around it. He fucking hated being called a Fairy, it was a line that was not okay to cross. He didn't mind the fact that Brielle could be fiesty- it added to her, made her more than just somebody who was around to clean up. He would have grown bored with her quickly if she just walked around doing everything he mentioned like a mindless zombie. No, she was interesting to have around, even if he did have to assert himself more than once. He had been a tad reluctant at first, mostly because he didn't want to hit her until she had black and blue bruises and he wasn't sure how delicate she was. Now, he just hit her however hard he wanted to. His temper determined it, most of the time. He liked knowing that he scared her, keeping her on her feet with the knowledge that if she pissed him off, he would punish her and he would make damn sure that it hurt. He didn't bullshit around stuff, there was really no talking about things. Either he was going to beat her ass, or he wasn't. Her words meant nothing.
*- -His anger had turned into satisfaction with the knowledge that he was hurting her, with any luck making her cherry red and sore. He hoped it worked, because he didn't really want to have to do it all over again to make sure she learned her lesson properly. He was lazy, plain and simple, and his hand tingled from slapping her. He was oh so tempted to just tug her skirt up, make sure her bottom had reddened like he wanted it to, but he was sure he would find out eventually. usually he gauged the punishment's value with how much sass he got back from her after. If she was sassy and snarky soon, he obviously hadn't hit her hard enough or she would remember. That was his philosophy, anyways. If he punished her well enough, she would hurt and then remember not to backsass him...or else. He thought this punishment had been one that would stick with her-- after all, he was fairly sure he had smacked her hard enough to make sitting uncomfortable for the next little while, week or so, and that was exactly what he had intended to do.
*- -Once he had released her, he watched her for a second, calculating the tears that he had caused to roll down her cheeks. Maybe it should have made him feel bad, seeing as he had obviously hurt her with his blows. But instead it just made him feel like he had accomplished something and taught her the lesson that he was trying to get across. Fiddling with the buckle on his belt, he watched her. He wished he could touch her ass some more. It was nice to begin with, but now that he was finished punishing her, it felt so deliciously hot and he just wanted to touch it. Something about that turned him on, knowing that she was hot and sore and that it was because of him. But he kept his hands to himself for the time being, watching her intently with crossed arms as she grasped the wall and then turned to look at him. He tried to calculate from her face how much he had hurt her, and was tempted to give her another smack just to watch her face change, judge how sore she actually was. But he supposed he'd figure that out when she sat.
*- -He looked down at her when she moved towards him, his expression hard. Honestly, he had half expected that she would cower for a while. Stay away from him. He wasn't near as furious as he had been before, although annoyance still lingered around him like a foreboding mist. He had been half hoping she'd just cry for a while and then get back to what he had told her to do, tidying and keeping her stupid little sass to herself. He pulled away a bit when she touched his arm, frowning. She didn't seem very sorry to him. More like she was asking for forgiveness to appease him, and that wasn't quite what he had wanted from her. Maybe he should have hit her harder. He pulled away a few steps and sat himself on the edge of the bed, eyeing her suspiciously. "Come here," He ordered, voice gruff. He hated how touching her seemed to get him so revved up sometimes, especially when he couldn't do anything about it. He put his aviators aside, eyes focused on her ass and then on her face, half-hoping to see pain or fear there as he beckoned her closer.
words, 820 status, complete <3 tagged, brielle <3 notes, Buahaha. i like teh pervyness ;D
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Post by BRIELLE AMARI ROANIA on Oct 22, 2009 23:01:31 GMT -5
Brielle's hand drew back and lingered in the air for a few moments before dropping as Shaun moved away from her. So he obviously wasn't buying her sweet act and probably didn't believe her when she said she was sorry. Shaun may be violent and brute like but he certainly wasn't stupid. She knew this and never doubted it either. He was reading through her very easy and this disturbed her just a bit. Even though she hated when people lied, she knew she needed to learn how to do it a bit better. If she could successfully lie than she could probably get out of a lot of things. It wasn't the hardest thing to do, you just had to know how to do it without the other person knowing. Yes, she really had to work on that.
She watched him as he walked to the bed and sat down, she getting quite curious. What exactly was he doing? She heard him roughly tell her to come to him she really wondering what he was up to. She paused for a moment, wondering if she should really follow his command and go over to him. She could very easily turn around and leave the room, though he would probably be right after her, yanking her towards him. She decided that she would follow his directions for now, only because she wanted to know just what he wanted. She walked slowly towards him, standing in front of him looking down. It was odd, looking down at him when she was usually looking up.
"Yes Shaun?"she asked in a very calm and stead voice.
words, sooo sorry for the shortness status, complete tagged, shaun! notes, meh too!
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Post by SHAUN MITCHEL DAMON on Oct 23, 2009 0:08:52 GMT -5
*- -Shaun was somebody who was very proud of his position in the court. He was a respected knight, a vicious sword-weilder. He had practiced for hours every day since he had first decided he wanted to be a knight. Now it was almost as natural as breathing. He knew just what to do to knock anyone on their ass, especially if he was pissed off about something. It added a sting to his blows. Made him more ruthless and less aware of his own pain. It was why he was such a valued knight-- his swordsmanship was unrivaled. If Brielle and her insolence got in the way of his respected position, he would be furious. Beyond furious. He didn't know what he would do to her exactly, but he sure knew that it would be a licking she wouldn't soon forget. He had smacked her around before, sure, but never used the full extent of his ability to discipline her. Her sass had been minimal and he had smacked her back into line when she toed her way out, but that had been in private. If she ever disrespected him like that in public-- well. it would not be a good day for her to say the least, and would make the whooping he just gave her look like child's play.
*- -He wished she'd cry some more. For a moment he considered just whaling on her some more, purely to watch the tears stream down her cheeks with the pain he inflicted. Watch her squirm. Then she'd be sorry, and she'd mean it. In his opinion, although he had hit her hard, the punishment was still relatively mild. For god's sake, he was sure he had gotten worse whippings than that, so he didn't consider it to be horribly serious. Hard enough to teach her a lesson, and that was all that he was really concerned about right now. His mind was filled with thoughts of her and how he'd like to undress her, even if it was purely to see the damage he'd done and see if he had done a good enough job to suit her for a while, keep her backside hot and sore until the discomfort helped the message really sink in. But he didn't feel like provoking her with requests tonight, so instead he simply watched her.
*- -His eyes remained on her and he swore he could see the thoughts going on in her head. She came over to him as he ordered and that pleased him, certainly toned down his annoyance a few notches. Roughly, he grabbed her around the hips and dragged her down to sit on his lap, holding her to keep her from sliding off. His eyes moved to her face to watch her reaction. He hoped sitting caused her discomfort, but he kept that thought to himself for the time being. He was relatively quiet, thoughtful for the moment. He wasn't entirely sure what he was going to do with the disrespectful little brat. Of course, it took time to break them in. Just like dogs, the only way that she would learn was if he was consistent in what he did, kept to his words and followed through on his threats. He thought, dark eyes focused on her as if he was simply going to draw out her worst nightmare and make it real. God knows that if he tried hard enough, there were plenty of horrific things he could do to her. She should consider herself lucky that this time all he did was warm her buttocks a little, and he hadn't even used his belt.
*- -His eyes hardened as he looked at her, purposely letting his hand slip down her hip to grip her near where he had struck her earlier. "Later on, I'm going out for drinks with Apollo, Sephora, and maybe Kyo and Guin. Since you've proven that you can't be left alone unless I tie you to something, I'm bringing you with me," He stated, eyes darkening as he considered his next statement. "This can go one of two ways. One, you behave yourself like I expect you too, we stay for a few hours, I bring you back here and maybe I'll be pleased with your behavior and we'll see what happens. Two, you say one fucking word, even one out of line or something sassy or sarcastic and I'll make that last licking look like child's play." His eyes narrowed and his voice lowered. He really meant business, this was serious to him. He was simply laying out the consequences. "I'll hurt you worse than I ever have before," He promised, and once again his hand moved down to rub over her backside, still vaguely wishing he could see his handiwork. Perhaps later. He stared at her hard and waited for an answer. he didn't even want an apology for her behavior earlier, which he would normally answer. he merely wanted her promise to behave in the future--- or else.
words, 862 status, compleeete tagged, brielle <3 notes, ohnoes. threats xD
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Post by BRIELLE AMARI ROANIA on Oct 23, 2009 17:08:16 GMT -5
Brielle watched him intently, waiting for his next move when he suddenly grabbed her around her waist and yanked her down onto his lap. A tiny noise escaped when he grabbed her. It hurt a bit when he dug his fingers into her side, but she would get over it. A large frown crossed her face as she sat down though, wanting to instantly get up. It wasn't because they were so close to each other, they often slept in the same bed for pete's sake because of his paranoid ways. It was the fact that her backside was sore as the dickens and it was very uncomfortable to be sitting. She knew he had done that on purpose, just to rub in the fact that he had hit her. She knew he wanted to rub in the pain and make her squirm. She had to reposition herself because of it but she didn't try to get up. There really was no point and she actually wanted to know what he wanted.
She had always wondered just why she had to sleep in the same bed as him some nights. He though he could keep her on a short leash just by her being in the same bed? All she had to do was wait for him to fall asleep and slip out if she wanted to. They certainly weren't doing anything more in bed. That surprised her as well. She knew of Shaun's "player" like ways, knowing he brought women to his bed just to have sex with them. She knew that some slaves around the Atra court did just a little more than cook and clean for their masters, whether it be by choice or force. It had always surprised her that he never tried anything of the sorts with her. In all honesty she didn't know what she would do if he tried. Lord she figured she would fight tooth and nail but Shaun always got his way with things so it wouldn't matter.
She suddenly felt his hand roughly grab her at her waist, she using her hand to try and push it away but he didn't budge. As she listened to his words she perked up a little. Sure she had to trail after him and obey his every command, but it gave her a chance to actually be out of the room and around other people, even if they were other Atra fae's. When she heard him say he couldn't leave her alone unless he tied her to something she looked away and rolled her eyes. She could stay in the room if she really wanted to. The problem was that she didn't want to and she had to sneak out all the time. It wasn't her fault he couldn't keep an eye on her all the time.
She looked at him as he told her she needed to behave and if she didn't he would make her way. She gave him a sugary sweet smile and nodded."Of course Shaun, I'll be on my best behavior." she practically purred. At that very moment she was telling the truth. She would try to behave around his friends. But she didn't know what would happen in an hour or so and didn't know if something would set her off. She stopped smiling and gave him a serious look, nodding once again. She wondered if he would really hurt her worse, or if he was just saying that to scare her into behaving. She knew he hit and such, but he never did any real damage. She didn't know if he could do it.
She sighed and looked away, feeling his hand again, letting that go for the moment."I'll try my best.she said in a soft voice, looking back at him. And she would try. But things with her usually always ended up not going the way she planned.
words, 674 status, complete tagged, shaun! notes, mwhah secretly plots to do something to embarrass him in front of his friends*
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Post by SHAUN MITCHEL DAMON on Oct 24, 2009 1:56:08 GMT -5
*- -Shaun had his reasons behind not using the girl for his sexual pleasure. First and foremost being that he had other women, and he didn't feel the need to force her into it when he could have it willingly. Besides, willing sex was just better. Less struggling. Although, he hadn't completely ruled out the thought of having sex with Brielle. She was hot. It was part of why he looked past the fact that she wasn't completely obedient. He was working on that. If only she was more obedient, that would warm him up a lot more. He would feel less inclined to punish her. Now, though, he made due with working on it. Taking her out in public was a big step for him. He was concerned that she would say something, do anything that would show her as anything less than perfectly obedient. He considered her ability to see outside of his chambers a priviledge, and if she continued to push the boundaries he would simply lock her inside. Or, of course, punish her more harshly for misbehaving. He didn't think she was entirely sure what he was capable of. He fucking killed people. She should be afraid.
*- -Shaun had never been so deadly serious about anything in his entire life. He didn't know what he would do to Brielle if she misbehaved, but he knew it would have to be something awful. He knew for sure it would be worse than what he just dealt to her. That had been horribly mild by his standards-- christ. He had hit her less than thirty times, and he hadn't used his belt although he had thought of it. He would certainly be using it and a hell of a lot more if she embarassed him in public. He thought he wasn't half as hard on her as he could be -- hell, some fae ate mortals alive. He needed her for things, saw feeding on her as wasteful. When she could provide him with so much entertainment? Even just visual entertainment. No, eating her would be a waste. A waste of beauty as well as usefulness. He could use and abuse her to his heart's content though, and he certainly would be. The last thing he wanted was for people to think he wasn't strict enough with her. The bruises he had left on her arms would be more than enough proof that he didn't let her get away with shit.
*- -The look on her face when he yanked her down on his lap satisfied him. Good. He had hurt her, and that was really all he had wanted this time. To hurt her enough that she would be feeling it for a while, nothing overly serious. He was bound and determined that if she crossed that delicate line, he would give her something serious to think about. Show her that he meant total business, and if he had to humiliate her in front of everybody in the bar or wherever the fuck they were, he would do it. Didn't embarass him-- anybody who mattered would realize that he was simply disciplining his slave. But what he would do to her in public was nothing compared to what he would do to her in private. Either way, he had yet to get his mind around exactly what he would do to her. He would think on it. Find something to do that would help the message sink in. He always thought pain was an effective teacher, and he was determined to make her cry like never before the next time.
*- -He listened to her, gauging whether or not he thought she was telling the truth. It was her ass on the line, anyways. Her that would be getting the brunt of his fury if she managed to piss him off, and he wasn't playing around this time. It wasn't a simple smack back in line when she stepped out, it was much more serious than that. He would worry about that later, though. Now, he scrunched his nose at the girl seated on his lap, purposely shifting his leg beneath her. "I'm not fucking around here." He clarified, voice taking on an edge. "You fuck up and I will fucking eat you alive. I will make you so sorry you beg me to stop. And that's a fucking promise." He wanted her to take it seriously, and as long as she did, he would be okay with it. He was sure he had gotten his point across. He'd repeated it enough times, threatened her with a thrashing and anything else he could think of. He didn't know what else he could do to impress the seriousness into her. His eyes held hers, brows pulling together.
words, 812 status, compleeete tagged, brielle <3 Notes, Buahaha. he will hurt her. xD
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Post by BRIELLE AMARI ROANIA on Oct 24, 2009 14:35:36 GMT -5
Brielle frowned once more as he shifted his leg, knowing he did it on purpose yet again."Quit that."she said softly, getting slightly irritated. It hurt every time he moved her, she really wanting to jump up off his lap but she knew he would only pull her back down. He could be cruel like that. She gave him an irritated look and nodded curtly."Okay I understand she said in a very impatient voice. Just because he said it over and over that she needed to behave didn't mean that it was actually going to happen. but at the moment she was being completely truthful. She would try to behave and not cause any trouble when they went out. "You don't have to use the word fuck so much." she muttered under her breath.
She looked back at him, he staring her down. She knew he thought she would make a scene of some sort when they went out with his other friends. She put her hand up to his face and a small smile crossed hers."Really Shaun, I'll be on my best behavior." She actually wanted to go out, she got so tired of being cooped up in the room all the time. She knew it would be nice to see other people, even if they were Atra fae. She wished she could ask them about their kind and at times she wished she could ask Shaun. She really wanted to know more about their magic and why they stole mortals all the time. She wished she could read some of the ancient text in the books of the grand library. The girl loved to soak up information and even though technically the Atra were her enemy, she still wanted to learn about their culture, history and more. She also knew there was another fae clan and she wanted to know more about them as well.
She sighed, knowing the only way she would get that information was to sneak out like she always did. But that was for another day, she had already had that adventure earlier. She looked away, almost having a bored look on her face, waiting for Shaun to give her further instructions, because she knew he would.
words, status, complete tagged, shaun! notes, heh oh I don't doubt it!*
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Post by SHAUN MITCHEL DAMON on Oct 24, 2009 21:50:30 GMT -5
*- -Shaun wasn't entirely sure that he believed her. She seemed far too eager to misbehave, much to his annoyance. He wasn't quite sure how to deal with her. he had had slaves before, all female. Mostly because he liked to improve the scenery, and it gave him something to look at. The others had all fallen into place in a matter of days. He honestly hadn't needed to correct any of them more than a couple of times before they just fell into place, afraid of the consequences. They had come and gone, some had been fae that he grew bored of and released, some had just been of little interest and he honestly didn't remember what happened to them, nor did he care. They were unimportant and now, what mattered the most to him was the behavior of this particular slave. There was something interesting about her. Maybe it was the fact that she didn't cower away from him everytime he spoke to her harshly. Either way, she intruiged him, and that was why he kept her around. Now, if only she had a little more obedience, then he would be truly happy.
*- -He ignored her request for him to quit it. That defeated the entire purpose of punishing her-- he wanted to be able to play with her afterwards. He supposed that he would have to trust her. After all, she seemed sincere in her promises to behave herself. If she didn't, then he would deal with that then. It appeared that he would have to trust her, because he certainly wouldn't be leaving her bya herself here while he went out for drinks. He heard her say that he didn't need to use the word fuck so much, and he gave her a rather dark look to let her know her comment hadn't slipped past him. He simply didn't feel like correcting her again. Why did she push the boundaries so much? He was fucking tired, punishing her again, especially for something small like that, would be a waste of his time. She knew she was skating on thin ice with him anyways. Biting on his lip ring, he nodded. "Good," He murmured, eyeing her as if he was trying to look right through her. She seemed truthful enough, so that was that, he supposed.
*- -Absently, his hand moved up to the small of her back, moving a little and holding her firmly down to his lap. his thoughts strayed for a moment or two as he considered her carefully. "Maybe, if you don't piss me off, I'll find you something to read in English." He murmured. It was probably the nicest thing he'd ever said, and that fact alone annoyed him. Why would he do anything even remotely nice for a slave? Motivation. Two factors working in his favor, this coupled with the threat of him whooping her ass. of course he knew that she was in the library when she snuck away. He also knew that she couldn't read the language all the books were written in, making her ventures really rather pointless. He thought she was being stupid. But, if something to read in English would entice her into behaving herself, it was a small sacrifice on his part. He prefered to rule by fear and threats and the knowledge that he would kick her ass if she fucked up. But this was only one time, one small time, and he supposed he could make the sacrifice. Not that big of a deal.
*- -He heaved a big, heavy sigh and rubbd at his face. Keeping her in line was so draining, it made him want to take a nap. He gave her a little push as if to tell her to get up off his lap and he looked around the room, frowning and eyeing the still slowly smoking joint he had put in the ashtray when he went to deal with Brielle. "Go...clean or something. Get back to what you were doing before you were annoying the fuck out of me," he told her, frowning. He just wanted her busy and away from him. Not too much to ask, was it? He didn't think so. Just to get out of his hair and keep herself busy like any good slave would. He waited until she got off his lap, and purely for his own amusement, slapped her backside to send her off to start her work. Although he hadn't hit her nearly as hard as before, he was sure it stung and it entertained him. He picked up the still smoldering joint and took a puff, blowing out a stream as he laid back on the bedspread. With any luck, this would pan out okay.
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