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Some Kind of Paradise (butterfly0408/gray)

He had to admit... She was, good. Though that word was hardly fitting to describe what she could do by merely undressing. Throughout the whole of the spectacle, Roland remained seated, eyes fastened tightly to each movement she made. A strong urge to lick his lips set about beseeching him, yet he denied it, still watching her with growing intent. Finally, her form was hidden only by her hands holding the shed clothing before her, and even the low crackle of the dying fire seemed to not exist, no sound save for the smooth fabric rubbing against her soft skin. Suddenly very glad he had walked ho,e that way this evening, and thinking that he had practically stolen her for such a paltry price compared to what she was worth, what she had been building up to finally came.

It would be a lie to say he hadn't been aroused as she went, but now, her beautiful form set before him, his blood began to boil in earnest, eyes seeming to almost sparkle as he met her gaze, somehow staring into her eyes and at her whole body at the same time. Some woman, he thought, are simply works of art in their growth and appearance. Living masterpieces as soft and yielding flesh.

For a long moment, he said nothing, and stayed sitting there, then, as if on some invisible cue, he rose, arms pushing him from the chair with a casual ease. Without slowing or speeding down, he found himself standing before her, face less then half an inch from her own. Here, he lingered for only a half moment before continuing forward, his lips meeting with her own, sliding his lips across hers before stopping and kissing her in full. Roland had kissed his own share of woman in his day, or at least, he had thought he had, but by his own revised opinion, none of them even qualified as woman, were hardly girls compared to the beauty before him, provocative to the extreme, yet graceful and and elegant at the same time. After what seemed a long drawn out lifetime, he separated his lips from hers, smiling lightly as he did. "I think I was right about you." His voice quite as he mused both to himself and to her.
 
Her eyes watched him rise, her head craning slightly to look up at him as he drew close to her. It was the only way to keep her eyes locked with his. For a moment, Eden was actually afraid. There seemed for a moment to be something almost burning in his eyes. She wondered if she was burning the same way in her own. That same burning look almost seemed to transfer right into their lips with the kiss he gave her. A spark. Something that had not been there with her other master. Now she truly was afraid. She could loose her heart to this man. She had done it before and vowed time and time again to not let it happen any more. And yet... it always seemed that her masters could squirm into her heart and soul. Then leave her empty and dead inside when it was over and done. On the INSIDE of course. No one ever saw the pain on her picture perfect face of the obedient slave.

As he pulled back and almost whispered, Eden was waiting for her feet to land on the ground once again. "Hmm?" she said as if she did not hear him, but then soon righted herself once more, "OH! Oh... right about me how?" she asked, looking up at him again with a curious face.

But even though the moment had been a passionate one, deep and intense for the few moments it lasted, Eden's hands never rose to touch him from her sides. She had a rule. Either kiss with no touch or touch with no kiss. Both at once, you could loose your heart quicker to the passion.
 
Seeing the look on her face, Roland could not help but smile, a mixture of emotions playing through his head. Happy, for he had proven that she was capable of being put off guard like everyone else it seemed, and perhaps a little sad and curious, for it seemed as though something pained her, but what that was, he had no idea. Shaking his head, he tried to think of something to say to her question, but decided it really wasn't all that important. "No, it's nothing." Pausing, he looked to her once again, grinning as he did. "Your cute when your flustered." He simply remarked.

And it was true, and with her, it was an especially interesting thing, for there were few in the world who could pull off being both cute and elegant in the same few minutes. Taking a single step back, he rested once more upon the chair in which he had been sitting. Wondering just what to do from this point. However, taking another look at her, it took him quite a good deal of effort to keep his face from turning a light shade of red. Turning his eyes to hers, he spoke once again, finding a measure of calm within himself. "In any case, should we continue?" He asked this with a light grin. In truth, she did indeed do her job very well, she was quite good at making him aroused, and that kiss.. perhaps he had simply been to long without, but it had seemed to be more intense and passionate then any he had experienced thus far in his years. In truth, he felt like she was more of an actual lover then a slave, more then his past partners had been. It confused him, but he welcomed the mental turmoil, for, truth be told, he enjoyed it, he enjoyed the complex emotions which humans were prone to, for it was proof that he was alive and capable of great feeling, and in this Eden excelled in making him feel alive.
 
Hearing him say that she was flustered only made her face turn flushed as well. "Oh," she said again as she tried to hide her rosy cheeks by lowering her head, her hair falling a bit in front of her face as a shield then. What made her act like this? She had not been this clumsy with herself. She had to get a hold of herself! This master didn't buy her for things like this! She'd only be sold quicker if she didn't get a hold of herself!

Nodding her head she took a deep breath to calm herself, "If you wish to continue master, then we shall." Eden's eyes changed. For a moment they had just a little hint of something soft in them, but soon they switched back to the hard gaze of a seductress. Yes, that was what a master wanted. It's what they all had wanted in the past. Eden did not know yet that his master was different than all the others. So very different. A small smirk crossed her lips as she slowly stalked forward to him, stopping right before him. She leaned in, putting her hands on the arm rests can leaning in close to him. He had to perfect view now to look right down her cleavage. She whispered to him, "What can I do you for my master?"
 
To be perfectly honest with himself, Roland had to admit, he liked this one on a personnel level, that much he was sure of, there was something else there as well though, something he hadn't felt before and was thus foreign and strange to him. In any case he tried not to think of the growing feeling as she spoke, knowing that now was not the time for self reflection. Or perhaps it was, but in any case he did not pursue the matter. Smiling as she advanced on him, he noticed the change she went through, marveling at the act. Looking into her eyes, drawn by their allure, he pondered briefly upon which of the two sides was real, and which the act, or perhaps they were both one or the other. It intrigued him, she intrigued him, and with a lightly smirk of his own, he leaned forward, letting his lips brush across hers lightly before kissing her once again for a brief moment.

Pulling himself away a half inch, his arms having found their way around to her back, his eyes hovered a short distance from hers, able to see their two-toned color in her eyes reflection. "Hmm, indeed, perhaps that would be nice." As much as he was interested in finding out about her, Roland admitted to himself that she was quite able at her trade, rousing his blood like no other had been able to do. The last light of the day, bathing the room in an orangeish redish glow as it set, and the occasional crack of a few dying embers in the fire, only served to heighten the effect. Suddenly, he was aware of a growing need to have her with him, and, not thinking about it, he acted on his impulse as he spoke, something she seemed to draw out from him like no others had been able to in his life. "Perhaps you were right, maybe it would be nice for you to stay here tonight, such a room can be quite.. empty by oneself." He said, moving his gaze about the room momentarily before returning it to hers, smiling once again, and pulling her lightly closer to him.
 
The smile upon her lips grew ever so slightly larger. She had spent many nights in the bed of her masters but for some reason, the thought of sharing his bed for a night had her weak at the knees. She didn't let it show though. No, she kept the confident, seductive air about her.

"All you have to do, is the the words master," she whispered as she lowered her lips to kiss his neck with slow, sensual, skilled kisses. "Just tell me what you want me to do. Tell me and I will make your wishes come true." Translation, Eden was asking what kind of sexual acts he wanted her to perform upon him. She had learned to flower the words, make it seem sensual to arouse the man more. It sounded much better then coming out with something like want my to suck your dick? Ride you cock? Tickle your balls? But the message was still the same.
 
Watching her for a moment longer, Roland smiled, thinking to himself as she asked him her question once more. What he would have like to say, have liked to ask, is what she really was. To ask her to act as though she were under no inhibitions do to do as others expected or as she had been trained. Yet now did not seem the time for that, and already, his eyes were beginning to glaze over as his want for her increased.

"Mmm, In that case.. Why not a bit or irony, ride your master as if he were the steed serving you." It was a bit of a crude joke, it had been a while for him and he was not used to vocalizing his desire as such, much more used to letting the moment carry where it may, but he smiled none-the-less, feeling his pant's tighten as he continued to watch her, captivated.
 
With a smile and a nod of her head, Eden set forth to obey her master's command. "One ride of a lifetime, coming up master," she said with a hint of amusement in her voice. Her hands moved from resting on the arms of the chair to his shoulders. Seductively, she trailed them down his body and to the top edge of his pants. "First though, we will need to free the beast I am to ride, won't we?" Her nimble fingers made quick work of the front of his pants and she pushed the opening aside to let him cock spring free...
 
She seemed to have a knack for wordplay, something that Roland found quite amusing and appreciated. Nodding his head lightly, he responded, mentally noting that he would have to learn how to emulate her speech in this sort of business, his own verbal mastery lying in less.. sensual areas. "Mmh, indeed we shall." No sooner had she undone his pants, his cock broke free, Roland almost actually letting out a sigh at the release from it's confines, already hard from the impressive display Eden had given him. Giving her a light smirk, he let a hand trail down her waist, feeling the soft and curving skin with arousal, only serving to make himself from harder as his eyes took her entire image in.
 
Eden's eyes actually went wide. Roland put all her other masters to SHAME. Dear lord! Look at the size of him. It made her mouth go dry and her own loins long for him. Fighting to control her own longing, Eden tried to focus on something else. Raising her hands up to the laces on her corset she toyed a moment with the strings, "Does master wish I remove anything more? Or does he prefer me this time in my corset and garters?"
 
As much as she had him beat as far as the ability to arouse another was concerned, on some level, it pleased him somewhat that she should show such a reaction at the sight of him, knowing she had likely seen her fair share of men. Smirking lightly he looked back up to her, pondering the question for a moment, then wondering why he had had to consider at all.

"I think.." He started, reaching a hand up to where she was toying with the lace. "That I should be very pleased to see my lovely slave in full." With that note, pulling free a single tie in the corset himself, grinning a little wider. It was the truth as well, looking upon her, he realized that she was perhaps the most attractive woman he had ever laid eyes upon, and was quite willing to gaze upon her uncovered form. With that in mind, he drew her slightly closer still, slowly undoing another of her lacing for her, resisting the urge to simply pull her close and ravish her, as his libido seemed to command him.
 
As he pulled her closer, she straddled on of his legs. Almost basically sitting in his lap as she undid the laces of her corset with one hand. The other hand reached down to her leg, starting to undo her stockings and garters at the same time. The whole while her pussy was resting against his leg. Thought still with pants on, it would on be long before he would start to feel her wetness actually soaking into the fabric and meeting against his skin.
 
His arousal growing as he saw that she had grown wet, even her presence sitting upon his leg was enough to make him hunger for her even more. Watching her intently, his eyes widened as more of her body was revealed, the warm light of the sun as the last few minutes of daylight lit the chamber reflecting off her smooth skin casting her in a heavenly glow. As she was facing him, he could not see the marks upon her back. Forced to lick his lips as he took in her image, he moved and slowly took off his own shirt, revealing his lean muscled frame, lightly tanned with a small scar that ran from his collarbone to just before where his heart would be.
 
Eden was on the last hole of her corset when she stopped. Her eyes staring down at his chest at the scar that was there. She had never met someone else with a scar. A constant reminder to take with you everywhere you went. The look in her eyes as she looked down was mixed with so many emotions. Pity, pain, understanding, wonder. Before finishing the job she was doing on her corset, she raised the hand that had just finished with her garters and hesitantly touched the spot. Her fingers followed the scar from the top near his collar slowly down to his heart. Pausing a moment, she traced her fingers over his heart a little, ever so slightly feeling it beating under her fingers before she leaned her head in and kissed him there where his scar ended. When she pulled back, she had already undone the final hole in the corset and it fell away from her body, giving him the full few of her upper half. Bare and glorious for his eyes to take in.
 
Noticing her sudden interest, it took Roland a moment to realize what it was she was starring at. Finally though, it hit him and a small smile crept over his face. He had been about to apologize, or something of similar ilk, but stayed silent, watched her touch it lightly, and then kiss the wound. A small shiver went down his spine, not in a bad way either. Before she did away with her clothing, he caught her eye for moment, offering a small shrug. "No one lives forever." It was the phrase the mark reminded him of, so close the wound had been to his heart, it had been a miracle he hadn't died. But that was a story for another time, and as she was revealed to him, the air left his lung, a small soundless gasp escaping him. Eyes blazing as he took in the sight, he couldn't help himself anymore, and slowly, he wrapped his arms around her waist, suppressing the small shake that wanted to creep into them. "Beautiful." Was all he said, before his lips met hers once again, locking their lips in a passionate kiss.
 
"Mmmmm," Eden moaned into his lips. She knew she should pull back. The kiss was passionate and possessive, more so than any kiss she had ever had before. It made her... damn it it made her want to cry. But she'd cry on the inside. She could tell, she was going to loose a peace of herself to his master, and it was not going to be pretty in the end. Not went she had to leave physically and leave a piece of herself here with him forever. In this one moment. The moment she found someone else scared like her. A bond shared that no one else had before or probably would again. She knew that she should not touch him. Not with such a kiss upon her lips. But they took on a mind all their own, wrapping around his neck, pulling them tight as he hips pressed high up her leg, her one leg between his legs rubbing at his cock. Soon. It would happen oh so soon. She couldn't wait.
 
Roland was almost fully gone by this point, drawn in by her actions so much it was hard to tell just what exactly was happening to his surroundings. However, the fog of lust had yet to fully consume him, and as such, he was still able to sense a small change in her manner. It did let lessen the moment, no, not that, but something about her had changed ever so slightly for a moment it seemed. Had it been the time or place for such things, he would have liked to ask her about it, to find out more about this increasingly interesting and intriguing slave. But of course, such a thing was hardly likely to fit in with the attitude of the current moment, and, even if it had been, his mind was less and less concerned with long term matters as they continued to kiss. Giving a soft light moan into the kiss, his arms wrapped around her waist even tighter, drawing her closer, as one of them trailed over her skin, up her stomach, over her neck, down her thigh. Lightly, he bounced the leg she was straddling, rubbing against her wet pussy. Tonight, he had a feeling, would be one to remember.
 
"AHH!" She tilted her head to the side and moaned, clinging to him and bouncing with his leg as it rubbed against her pussy lips. "M-master! Oh lord!" she moaned. It was almost to handle, even for a girl like her was so much experience under her belt already. Something about his moves against her seemed better that every other master she had ever had before. Certainly she had done this before, but it never seemed to give her this kind of pleasure back. She was alway give, give, give. For once, just a little bit, she had tasted receive.

NO! That could not happen! She was a slave! Slaves are not meant to receive pleasure! The words of a master from long ago rang in her head. He had made her repeat them over and over again. Slaves are no human. Slaves a master's means for pleasure. Never anything more.

Eden's hand shot down to stop his leg from bouncing, stilling it, "Wait," she said between panting, shaking her head a little. She knew that perhaps she was stepping out of bounds with him, but she could not let him give to her like this. It was not right. At least in her own head. She threw her leg over his other leg so that she straddled his hip, positioning her opening with his cock. Hesitation hit her then. The truth was, she had only once or twice been the top of the pile with a master. This whole thing made her uncomfortable. He had taken her to territory she was unfamiliar with. She had never taken the lead before outside of seduction, but now... she didn't know how start.
 
((Laine? ))

Heartened by her favorable reaction, Roland, found himself taking a great deal of satisfaction in causing her pleasure. It had always been one of his chief allures to such act's, two people striving to show off their ability to please the other. And for whatever reason, knowing he had the ability to make this one in particular feel pleasure, it exited him more then others he had been with in the past.

However, as she stopped his movement, and moved to position herself above him, his thoughts ceased of such matters, and looked up into her gaze instead, locking her eyes with his own and keeping them there for a moment. As if a signal from the world, it was at this time that the sun finally disappeared completely behind the distant horizon, and the change in lighting marked a change in the shadows of the room. Smiling lightly up at her, Roland felt he could not restrain himself for much longer, wondering from what her hesitation stemmed. And his smile grew. Perhaps she was a little shy at heart. This thought in mind, he decided to act, his bed being only a short distance from the chair in which he sat, his arms moved forward, taking Eden around the waist and picking her up, noting how light she was as he did so. He moved fast, and with what seemed a blurred spin, one continuous motion, he spun them from the chair, finding themselves upon the lush bed.

Laying above her now, he took one more moment to look into her eyes, perhaps searching for something in them. And then, all at once, he completed the act, moving his lips and his hips down in the same moment, his mouth meeting hers in the same instant that his cock thrust into her pussy. Moaning into the kiss, he lightly ran his lips over hers, tongue seeking entrance into her mouth.
 
((Sorry, name of a girl from another RP. Name I use often.))

As she found herself suddenly under him, a sigh of relief escaped her. Finally, something she was use to. Something she was comfortable with. Being under his control. A smile crept across her lips then and for a moment, she gently closed her eyes. But when her eyes opened once again, some kind of spark went right to her core. He was looking down into her eyes. An intense look like she had never seen before. It seemed to take her breath away.

Was this getting to deep? To intense already? They had only just begun and yet was it already moving to fast? Her head was spinning! He only sent it spinning out of control more as he thrusts forward with lips and hips all at once, making her gasp and moan, arms disobeying her mind and grasping his shoulders to support. My god! How could she resist pleasure from her master when his cock felt like a piece of heaven inside her needy body. Knowing the hints his tongue was giving her, she obeyed his will and parted her lips. Her tongue slipped out to brush against his lips and the tip of his tongue before slipping back into her lips, beaconing him to join her within her lips.
 
((No worries, I figured it was something like that))

It took hardly a single moment for Roland to realize how dearly he had missed the touch of a woman's body. And perhaps it was simply the absence of the act that made his senses this time more acute, but it seemed to him as though it had never been better. Each part of his body felt as though it were a separate entity, each capable of it's own specific pleasures and thoughts. Heartened by her invitation, his tongue chased her own into her mouth, dancing about it with glee. She seemed more comfortable like this, with him taking dominance, and as interested as he was in the reason for this, he was willing to take the role of it was more natural to her, not willing to press the point right now.

At this time, he began to stop thinking. The waves of pleasure that rocked through him as he slowly started to build up the speed of his thrusts were nearly unbearable. Starting slowly, drawing out each movement for all it was worth, his eyes glazed over slightly as he let them shut loosely, a hand moving up her waist, her her hip, and to lightly fondle her breast as the other ran down her thigh, tenderly rubbing and caressing the smooth skin. His skin seemed afire where it touched her own, and he pressed himself closer to her in order to amplify the feeling.
 
Eden threw her head back into the pillows under her head, moaning loudly. She had never lost control of herself before, but this was a challenge like nothing she had ever had faced before. Maybe it was because none of her other masters had been good lovers and she just never realized it? Perhaps that was it. That was the only explanation she could come up with for it because up until now she had been able to control her body in the middle of sex. Most of the time she actually was faking her pleasure with her masters, but no need to fake it this time. He was pushing her towards the end already. Which put a new fear into her heart and soul.

Master comes first and master cums first... another matra she was forced to repeat over and over again once upon a time during her breaking. The words played in her head over and over and over again. The one time she had cum first was horrible. Master had beaten her within and inch of her life. After that, she was forbidden to cum for a month after and forbidden from ever cumming first again. Part of her still feared the punishment.

Biting her lip, she was moving against him yes, but not as much as a true lover would. She wanted to push him, but was to afraid to push herself to far as well.
 
Roland reveled in their joining, blissful and pleasing as it was. However, he noticed that she seemed almost to be holding back, if very slightly, at least in regard to her own level of pleasure. At the time, he did not think much of it, and moved to push her closer to the edge. Leaving her mouth he trailed his lips down to her breast, lightly nipping and suckling on her nipple, while his hand roamed about her body, over her thighs, up her waist, massaging her tender skin and lean muscles.

It had been a long time indeed. And as this thought struck him, Roland almost faltered, the assault of a painful, in more ways then one, memory flashing through his head. It was gone then, suppressed by his own will, but not forgotten completely, and he knew it would be back to haunt him. Feeling hick cock throb within her, he realized he was coming closer to his own peak as well. Increasing the rhythm and ferocity of his thrusts, his mouth once again traveled northward, stopping at the nape of her neck and doing likewise as he had done to her nipple here. He could not begin to appreciate how lucky he had been to find her, had she been anything, anyone other then what and who she was.. he didn't think he could have been here right now.

Moaning lightly, he twined his legs with hers, pressing himself close to her.
 
She never wanted this to end but in the same heartbeat, she desperately wanted him to stop. He was pushing her to far and there was only so much even she could take with all her experience of holding back over the years. And she had no want to be beaten tonight. It had been such a nice night so far, but Eden still did not realize that Roland was not like her other masters had been. She did not know him enough yet to think him any different. To her, this was a test. It would not be the first time she had been tested like this. And it frightened her, for she was about to fail it.

As he twinged his legs around her and pressed close to her, she could not hold it any longer. With a great cry, she let go and burst into a thousand pieces. But while their was pleasure in her crying, it was half of defeat as well. For one moment though, Eden felt such bliss like she had never felt before. Only a moment though, for in the next one and all the moments after that, she slipped into a despair of a sorts. Laying with him, she waited for master to take his pleasure of her so she could assume the position to receive her punishment. The sooner it was over with, the better this time.
 
He couldn't hold out much longer then her, as soon as he felt her own orgasm spasm through her body, the feeling sent him over the edge, moaning out as he came, long and drawn out. Riding out the feeling for a long moment, he finally slowed, his breathe heavy, breathing into the skin of her neck, a loose smile on his lips. After a moment he mustered the will and strength to pull out of her, sighing lightly as he moved his head up, tilting his head as he looked down at her. Something seemed off, as if she were waiting for something, expecting something. It wasn't something he was used to, and while it confused him, it, like most everything about her, served to further his curiosity about her.

Giving a small smirk, he shook his head once, leaning down and delivering a light, sweet kiss to her lips, a hand moving over her cheek as he took another moment to look at her, amazed at how pretty and beautiful she was. With that, he fell to his side, falling down beside her on the plush bed, sinking into it with another content sigh. "You may sleep here tonight if you wish." He said absently, eyes drifting over to the glowing coals in the fireplace.
 
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