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Some Kind of Paradise (butterfly0408/gray)

Smiling as he listened to her words, he held up a hand to still her complaints. "Perhaps you don't think so, but I have a feeling you'll be here for some time, in any case, your part of the Deschain house now, and we must keep up our appearances right?" Stopping for a moment, he bit his lip. In truth, the reason was not the sole one he had for wanting to do such a thing for her, but from what he knew of her, she seemed always to be stunned by most sorts of kindness, so he didn't explain further then that.

"Arn't you cold?" He asked suddenly, averting his eyes ever so slightly as he realized she was still naked. Collecting the momentary wit however, he looked back to her, and gave a light smile, looking around the room. "I know it's not much, but perhaps you'll be able to spend more time in the warmer chambers upstairs. At the least, I'll make sure to have some firewood went up here to keep it warm.
 
A little smile crossed Eden's lips. More of a smirk really. And the slightest hint of a blush. It had been so long since anyone was so kind to her like this. It was all like a lost memory finally returning at long last. "If that is what you would like, then I will obey. A tailor it is for me. But only if you will be there to pick out what you wish me to wear."

As for the cold comment, it was strange for as he said it, a chill went down her spine, "A little I suppose. I don't know. I've been colder before. This is not so horrible. A little fire in the fireplace and it will be fine. I promise." She still did not dress, but did clear her throat and dared to ask, "May I dress?"

((I have a great idea of the scene with the tailoring of her clothing. Think about it. Him, her, and a seamstress or two. Her in only underclothing as she is wrapped in different fabrics and asked were HE would like the bodice to lie on her breasts? Hehe.... by the end of it, them making like bunnies in heat cus they are so turned on...))
 
Smiling, he nodded his head sitting up a little more and coming to stand once again. "Alright, I believe I can do that." The look on her face wonderfully cute, and it struck him that he liked it when she was happy, the genuine look of such feelings suiting her rather wonderfully.

Shrugging at the comment of the fire, he gave a small wave of his hand and a laugh, in good nature as she asked to dress, for some reason finding the whole situation very comical. "Of course you may, for future reference, you need not ask for permission." Realizing he was still smiling, he lifted a hand to his lips, amazed at himself. It had been a long time since he had been this comfortable around someone to simple smile and laugh like this.

Ahh, that is indeed quite an idea ^^ Heh, alright, sounds good to me, were you thinking of this as the next scene, or sometime in the future?)
 
((That is up to you. She is his slave after all :p She doesn't even have to technically put her clothing back on now even. Hehe. If not though, then we can time skip if you like to a point when he has seamstresses come to his home? I will wait to post until we figure what she shall do next))
 
((Hmm, well it is still early in the morning. Haha, and your right I suppose, well how about a short time skip to later in the day, lets say that he called for the seamstresses early on and they arrive that afternoon. Sound good?))
 
((You got it! One time skip coming up!))

Dressing once again, Eden and Roland spent the morning mostly together. He only took the time to send for a seamstress to come with all kinds of tools to make dresses, gowns, and other things for Eden as well. After that, he introduced her to the maids and butlers and other staff of the house as she showed her the full house. The seamstress and her assistant arrived after lunch and took up an entire room with all their things. Fabrics, measuring tapes, patterns, all kinds of things. While Roland was seated, the seamstress took command of Eden. Stripping her of her clothing and forcing her to done some undergarments to wear during the fitting. Bringing her back to stand before Roland, he was made to watch as the seamstress took each one of her measurements. While she worked, she spoke with Roland, "And what is the lord looking for in the ladies wardrobe? Colors? Styles? Anything in particular?"
 
Roland had to admit they didn't kid around with their job, sitting upon the small couch in the parlor they had taken to their trade in the manor, he found himself a feeling a little odd, sitting there watching them measure her in front of him, and, in truth, he worked hard to put down the redness that arose to his face.

"Well... Perhaps a few basic items for most events, a formal dress, a few more casual garbs, and.. Well, some things that suit her position and trade as well I suppose." Giving a light smile at this last, he hoped he had managed to sound in control of himself well enough, not quite sure where to be looking as they went about their work. It crossed his mind to wonder what she was thinking while all this was happening, and he gaze her a look of curiosity. "Are you doing alright?"

((Well thank you kindly))
 
The seamstress took notes as Lord Roland spoke, a smirk crossing her face at his request to make Eden things for her... trade. There was a reason that this seamstress had been called. She the seamstress of choice among the mistresses of the lord's in this city. She knew well what the lords sought in their pleasure partners. "Of course my lord. Now! Handing the tape measure over to her assistant and picking up a few strips of fabric. She held them to Eden, draping the cloths over her body, "I personally think that the emerald green, lavender, and gold shades look best for every day, no?" Tossing the fabrics aside and picked up a deep pink, almost like a burgundy, "This for the formal gown? Yes? And umm..." with the snap of her fingers, the assistant pulled a bold of black lace out of nowhere it seemed. The seamstress held the lace to Eden's body, "This for the more intimate of items? You are in luck... I am the finest lingerie maker in this city. You like? Shall we talk about the designs of the outfits?"
 
As a diplomat, Roland had gone through many different experiences, and as one if noble birth, had been subjected to the typical routine of having clothes fitted as well. However, he had to admit that this was a fairly abnormal thing for him to be doing. Swallowing once again, he looked over the fabrics they had proffered, nodding at each, trusting in their judgment. When they asked about the designs however, he took a moment to collect himself before speaking. ".. Well, of course, I suppose that is what I was suppose to be here for in any case." Glad he had managed to avoid stuttering or pausing in his speech, he was unsure if he should say any more, not knowing if he was supposed to make a suggestion or something of another sort altogether.
 
The seamstress smiled and Eden suddenly felt like her mouth was terribly dry as she observed the way that Roland was eying her up. The seamstress caught the glance between them and the naughty side of her came out. Setting the black lace aside she took the lavender fabric up again, "The day dresses first." Wrapping the fabric around her she talked about all sorts of designs and layers and thing, but then it came to the neck line of the dress. "I was thinking perhaps we could set the neck line right about..." she showed with the fabric exactly where she intended it to be. In just the perfect spot to show just the tops of her breasts. But then she lowered it another inch, showing more of Eden's ample chest, "Or would you like it here? Or even... lower still?"
 
Tilting his head curiously as he saw something in the eyes of the seamstress, Roland wondered if perhaps she had seen some of his uneasiness, which served to further the feeling quite a bit. As she inquired about the position of the neckline, he had been about the say that he thought it was fine, but found himself, if only for a moment, quite unsure what to say as she lowered the fabric. Releasing his lip from the clutches of his teeth, he forced some words from his mouth. "It seems to me that if you placed it any lower, you would quite negate the need for clothing in any case." While the words might have sounded convincing had he had proper tone, a small vein of nervousness, or perhaps it was something else, had crept into his voice.

"I.. Well, that is my opinion at least." Realizing that he hadn't need to say this last part, he quickly shut his mouth again, his eyes for a moment finding Eden's, and holding her gaze for a moment before shaking himself from his daze.
 
Eden found herself swallowing, trying to ease the dryness of her mouth. Why was she feeling like this? She had worn far more revealing things. Hell, she had been naked before MANY times, but this time, standing before Master Roland, something was different. The way that the seamstress suggested she wore her clothing was provocative, even for her.

The seamstress found Roland's response as well as Eden's amusing. "Clearly my lord, you have no idea of the current fashions do you my lord." She raised the neckline back to the original position, "The daily gowns shall be at this length, but my lord, for her formal gown it IS the fashion for low necklines, enhanced by a tight corset..." she trailed off as she picked up the burgundy fabric and wrapped it around Eden, resting the top of the cloth at a point where only an inch or so more and you would see her corset holding her breasts in place. "This spot is the fashion now my lord. Do you like it?"
 
Honestly, he wasn't sure why he was behaving this way. He had already seen her in full, and it had then not bothered him so. What was it then, the others in the room? Was that really it? Or perhaps there was something else, something he couldn't quite place as of yet. Whatever it was, he had to take a moment once again before speaking, dragging his gaze back to the seamstress with some great effort.

"Oh.. Is it then?" Pausing here, he pondered upon the question. Did he like it? Yes, very much so he did, but that.. that was another matter entirely, and wasn't something he felt entirely stable in confiding to the woman taking the measurements. Slowly, he found his voice again, and let his words out softly, struggling not to let his eyes do as they pleased and return to the form of Eden. "Well, I, suppose that that may be true. You would know more of this then I of course.." His voice trailing off, Roland found he had given in to a glace over her once again, which had turned to a drawn out look. Shaking himself lightly, adjusting on the seat, he averting his gaze, turning his head to the side under the pretense of coughing. Using the hand raised to his mouth to hide the momentary coloration of red upon his face.
 
"As for these last few pieces..." she threw aside all the other fabrics and picked up the black lace once again, "May I suggest three of my favorite looks for the bedroom apparel." Snapping her fingers the assistant produced black silk. The seamstress held the two fabrics together, "With these two fabrics a long night dress. The lace will cover the breasts and drape diagonally across the front and down the side." She illustrated with her hand the path the lace would take right over the middle of Eden's body. "And a slit in the silk to here..." she pointed to nearly the very top of Eden's right leg. The picture she painted was clear. A night dress revealing all the best skin and with a slit that gave easy accept to her womanhood to boot. "You like that idea?" but this time the question was asked of Eden, not Roland.

The image of it was in Eden's mind as well. She pictured herself in it and Roland running his hands over her sides, the silk brushing over her skin... damn she was getting turned on. She couldn't wait to hear the other design ideas she had in mind and wondered what Roland thought as well.

((I actually have pictures of the items I'm describing in this post and the next if you want a full visual of the items))
 
From the look on her face, Roland assumed Eden was imaging the description as well, and that thought brought a small smile to his face. Considering it however, his own mouth went dry, finding it quite easy to imagine such a dress upon her frame, and the image easily being one that aroused him a great deal.

Biting his lip, he gave a nod to the woman, showing his approval of the idea, not trusting his voice to give him away. The image stayed with him however, and he dreaded and craved the hearing of her next designs, knowing that if it were anything like the picture painted of the former, it would both only further his suddenly building desire, the thought of Eden standing before him, dressed in the described clothing, walking to him without a sound, placing her arms about his neck, the soft silk brushing over his and her body.. "Indeed." He noted, to no one in particular, hoping the seamstress would think he was simply agreeing with her idea.

((Oh? That would be nice. Heh, you do a wonderful job of describing it though, hardly need one.))
 
The seamstress smiled at the sexual tension she just knew she was creating in the air. She loved the naughty side of her job sometimes. "The next piece I suggest is mainly made of the silk," again indicating with her hands where the silk would lay over Eden's breasts and down her sides. Then her hand indicated to a spot just below her breasts, "The lace would connect the silk on both sides starting here and run all the way down the front of the night dress." Aka basically the entire front of the gown would be basically see through. "You like?"

This time Eden could only nod. Words escaped her in her aroused state.

"As for the final piece. A black lace corset I think is in order, with the silk here in the middle where the two sides meet and lace. And the top of the corset will come to," a little smirk crossed her face as she pointed to the space UNDER her breasts, "Here." Aka, Eden's breasts would be totally free. "Garters to match of course..."

"Of... course..." commented Eden, her eyes fixed on Roland and searching for his reaction to that image. Was he as aroused by the pictures painted in her head now as she was? Did he had the sudden need for sex as she suddenly had?


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At the image of the second item of clothing, Rolands reaction was similar, if not increasingly more, to the last. Finding himself breathing a quite bit heavily here, he only nodded deftly at the words, finding himself busied with the thought. At last, at the revealing of the plans for the final piece of clothing, Roland felt his head almost go light, and his gaze met with Edens, eyes burning as the rest of him had been for some time now. His gaze upon her not wavering, he replied in a small and even tone to the seamstress.

"A wonderful idea indeed." Pausing, his gaze still upon Eden own, he finished the thought hardly unable to think, not caring how very obvious his desires had been made to all those in the room. "Would it be possible to give us a moment to discuss the issue? I'd like to here Eden's opinion myself."

If they didn't leave to room, he found it not the hard to imagine that he might not be able to hold himself back, even with them there. The fact that had remained even now sitting on the sofa was in fact a near miracle, and he chalked it up as one of the greatest challenges he had ever faced in his life. Seeing the desire painted upon her face as well, only served to increase his own. He needed her, desperately craved her. And he made no sign if hiding it.

((-whistle- Wow, quite the naughty side that seamstress has. Hehe))
 
((Hehe! Works good for the mood doesn't it?))

The seamstress smiled and said something in French to her assistant. With a smile, both the women left the room, closing the door behind them. But not before the seamstress gave some parting words, "Will shall be in the front room. Call for us when you are ready to make the final order." With the click of the door, Eden and Roland were alone, the lust almost electric in the air between them. Eden still stood before him, the lace still draped over her shoulder and in the corset and underskirt the seamstress had given her. She still wore nothing under the skirt as she waited for him to make a move. She was certain he was going too.
 
((It most Certainly does. ^^ ))

As they walked to the door, Roland entertained the thought of sitting a while longer, of getting her to come to him, but that was not possible, he could not possibly wait even another moment, and was amazed he last as long as it took the door to shut closed. As if the click of the door had been some cue, he stood, and with a single bounding step was upon her. In the one same continuous movement, he had leaned down, and pressed his lips firmly to hers, One hand finding her waist and hooking his arms around it, drawing her quite close, while the other trailed over her cheek, her neck, her shoulders, her chest, and down her thigh.

Kissing her passionately and hungrily, he found his passion only increased as he kissed her, a viscous circle of lust that only kept rising higher and highers still.
 
Eden sucked in a deep breath as he captured her in his arms, throw her arms around his neck and held on for dear life! So few times had she really needed sex, desired it, and was getting it all at once. And so soon into knowing this master! He was certainly turning out to be an adventure! "Master!" She gasped and all but whimpered into his lips, desperation in her voice.

While his hands explored her, her hands went right for the goal, moving to the belt at the front of his pants skillfully undoing the buckle in one swift motion and just as skillfully undoing the front of them, freeing him and wrapping her fingers around his cock, boldly grasping him and stroking his length.
 
Hearing the word let out from her lips, he eagerly complied to her desire, moving forward with her till they were against the wall, and still he press forward against her. Breaking the kiss momentarily, and letting out a pleasureful moan and she stroked him, he found himself amazed at the intensity of his desire. Never before had his need for sex reached a level like this! Seeking to return the favor, one hand moved swiftly to her breasts, playing with her nipples lightly at first, and gently pinching and rubbing them.

Meanwhile however, he rose one leg upward, the end of his thigh rubbing over her womanhood for a moment, before his free hand descended, finding her clit and toying with it for a moment before a single digit moved into her, quickly moving in and out of her as she grasped his cock. Letting out a gasp of utter bliss, he pressed her further against the wall, his lip finding neck, kissing and biting at her before moving back to her lips, his tongue meet hers in a furious dance of ecstasy.
 
While he did all the touching, her hands did all the work of undressing them both. Or at least enough. Knowing they would need to dress again to finish the meeting with the seamstress, but it didn't mean that things could not be partially remove things. His pants open and his cock hanging out now, her hand left him to go to work on her own clothing. He touched her breasts, but she wanted more so quickly she loosened the laces of her corset enough to keep the article on, but to totally free her breasts to his touch, letting him reach right down into the garment. Then her hands started to tug her skirt up until all the fabric was bunched up around her waist. She had no idea giving him that kind of access to her womanhood would pay off so quickly and so wonderfully.

With his hand buried in her wetness, and OH was she wet, her hand went to his cock again. For every stroke of her, she gave him one back. Her fingers toying over his cock and wrapping, and with a yelp from her, she squeezed him firmly the moment his finger moved to penetrate her pussy lips. For the first time in a long time, she had desires. Her heart felt compelled to speak. To ask. To maybe even demand of him. With anyone else in the world, she would bury the urge, but with him, she wondered if he would let her. Indulge her. Moaning and gasping into his kiss as her hand worked him she spoke, some words mumbled by more kisses, "Permission to-mmmmm-mmmm-to speak master?!"
 
Dear lord of a world so apparently filled with wondrous sensations. Roland had long passed he had previously known as the limit of his desires. At their first coupling, it had been wonderful, yes, but now.. That knowledge, knowing how amazing her touch was already, knowing how perfectly his body reciprocated to the heat of her tender skin, quite simply, his craving for her was beyond comprehension. As she busied herself with giving him access to her body, he gladly complied, his hand descending over the edge of her corset, caressing the curve of her breast, his other hand dancing across her lower stimulus, thumb teasing her clit while a second finger dipped into her soaking sex, eager to join the first as the digits moved inside of her.

At her words, a smile broke out across his face, and his trail of passionate kisses descended her neckline, down her collar, and ultimately, to her nipples, suckling upon the unattended one. "To speak.. Mmh, as freely.. As you..Ah, please!" His words being long and drawn out, a moan lingering throughout them and long after, as she stroked his cock, increasing the speed of his own fingers as he discovered her matching of his pace. Still letting the trail of his kisses, fall, he lowered his lips momentarily to quest for the taste of her juices, tongue flitting out across her dripping pussy.
 
((Haha, you know I wrote her asking to say something for a reason... and now I can't remember what it was. I'm gonna take some time to try and recall what it was and if I can't.... come up with something new cus I can NOT recall what direction I was taking that. lol.))
 
((Hehe, alright, don't worry about it, I've done that quite a lot as well, it can be odd how completely you can forget something like that.))
 
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