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Post by BRIELLE AMARI ROANIA on Oct 24, 2009 22:30:08 GMT -5
Brielle smiled as he finally accepted her answer, believing that she would behave herself on their outing. She really would try her best when they went out and would try to be the obedient slave Shaun wanted. Most of the time it wasn't that she even wanted to be disobedient and push Shaun's buttoms, but it just happened that way. She was a fiery person and her personality wouldn't allow herself to just be pushed to the side and become a subservient person. Besides, why should she follow the orders of someone who kidnapped her in the dead of night, took her away from her family and friends and everything that she knew, and stuck her in a place that she knew nothing about. No, she wouldn't just take it without a fight. That's how she felt most of the time. But for this moment she agreed that she would try and behave.
His next words made her look in surprise at him, she silent and shocked for a moment before a wide grin crossed her face. It was like trying to bride a little child with candy, knowing they would behave if they knew they would get just one piece of happiness. She couldn't believe Shaun would actually do something nice for her, something that she actually wanted. To have something to read in English would be wonderful. It would give her something to do when she was done with her work and she wouldn't exactly have to go off sneaking around, which of course would make Shaun happy as well. The whole thing was a win-win situation."Really? You would get me a book in English?"she commented more than asked. Now she knew she really did have to try and pull herself together. There was something actually worth having at stake.
She felt his little push and gave him one last look before getting off of his lap. She nodded and smiled, not saying anything more to him. She could tell he was tired and she didn't want to bother him anymore anyway. Before she could walk away she felt that smack against her backside, she sucking in a bit of air as pain rippled through her backside. She'd let this one go without saying anything because she didn't want to make him mad again. She sighed and turned to look at him once more, shaking her head before she went into another section of his living quarters, leaving him alone to do whatever he wanted and she going to do some work. Yes, tonight she would try to behave herself, but she couldn't promise herself anything.
words, status, complete tagged, shaun! notes, awww how sweet of him*
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Post by SHAUN MITCHEL DAMON on Oct 25, 2009 15:43:20 GMT -5
*- -Shaun wasn't entirely sure why he had said it, or why it had even come to mind. He didn't usually do that 'nice' business. If he was in a good mood, or sometimes just with people he liked a lot he would let slip something a little bit cheerful, but he was usually more on the obnoxious side, sarcastic and biting and that was the way that he liked it. Emotions were pointless, and love and affection were attachments designed only so others could hurt you. He knew-- he had seen it happen to others a million times, been on the recieving end more than he could count. Call him bitter, he knew it was true, but it didn't stop that feeling. His mother, first, although her death was hardly her fault. The point was that he had loved her more than anything, and she had left him. And then his father had stopped caring, becoming more interested in his new wife, and before long it was just Shaun. He didn't mind. Just him, and that was the way that it was always going to be. He had fucks, he had women, but he didn't do love or relationships.
*- -He was quiet as he watched the surprise flicker over her face, biting down on the ring through his lip. He adjusted his hat, moving his knee slightly as his fingers moved across the small of her back. He told himself that it was strategy. Just like in war, you didn't always have to win the battle to win the war, and this was just one more thing that he could use to get her to behave. A book was small. He could handle small, although he didn't want to be seen as somebody who was nice. Vicious, mean, nasty, cruel...he could handle that. It was who he was, and he did it on purpose. He played his part as a vicious, merciless knight, and it was all he had ever really wanted. Besides, he would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy having people afraid of him, having them scatter when his temper rose. Fear was good and healthy, and it made his life so much easier. Sometimes he wished that the little mortal of his had a little bit more of it. After all, he was capable of disgusting things, shouldn't she be afraid of that?
*- -He nodded a little at her comment, wondering if that small act of kindness had really been a good idea. Perhaps he should have just threatened her some more, tell her that he really would whip her worse than anything she's ever felt...but maybe the combination of the two would be enough. After all, pissing him off was now a lose-lose situation for her. More was at stake than her ability to sit comfortably. "Yeah. That's what I said." He told her, eyeing the young girl. She really was young, probably only about twenty one, twenty two he'd say. he was never a good judge of age. After all, he was nearly eighty years old and was still living in the body of a twenty two year old. Maybe he should feel bad for treating her so badly when she slipped up, but...he really didn't. It was her own fault if she pushed him until he felt the need to show her who was boss, and it was hardly his fault that he somewhat enjoyed watching her squirm, or even just touching her whether it was with force or not.
*- -He sat up a little, holding the smoldering joint in between his teeth while it leaked sweet, thick smoke. He watched her get off his lap, the way her hips swung while she walked away and that last look she gave him before she wandered off into the next room. She really did have a nice ass, and he wanted to touch it really, really bad. Anywhere on her body, really. The curve of her waist and hips, her legs, her breasts, the gentle slope of her shoulders. She was a beautifully sculpted girl, and it became increasingly difficult for hiim to keep his hands to himself (Not that he ever did). He reminded himself thats he belonged to him, and if he wanted to touch her he would and there was nothing for her to do about it. He smirked at the thought and for a moment, considered calling her back to his lap, but the smoke was beginning to fill the room and distract him, so instead he laid back on the bedspread, taking a deep inhale of the thick smoke. It fogged him over, and he stopped worrying about the behavior of his young slave. After all, she had promised, hadn't she?
words, 812 status, complete tagged, brielle <3 notes, shall we maketh a new thread?
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