The Girl from Haven (Skye Pilot & Love)

[Skye Pilot]

Julian sat in the dark of his large living room, the only illumination being the full moon that shone it’s light through the large glass window. He was in his favorite chair, upholstered in fine leather, perfectly comfortable. With a smile, thinking of how he would be spending the rest of his evening, he took another drag from his clove cigarette. Holding it in for a few moments, he slowly let it out, the thick smoke flowing between his lips. Julian and given a call into Haven earlier in the day. He was a frequent client of theirs, requesting their services almost every week. The agency specialized in taking in young girls, lost on the street, offering them food and shelter. What they did not tell them upfront though, was that they would be part of an organized prostitution ring, catering to anyone who had the cash, no questions asked. Often times the girls would come back beaten and fully abused, but Haven respected their clients privacy. On occasion, some clients would even purchase a girl for their own. Julian preferred the newer, fresh girls the agency took in, the ones that were not yet sure what they had gotten themselves into. Sometimes he was their first client, though he preferred being within their first five.

The mansion Julian resided in was near the coast, high up on a cliff, overlooking the Pacific Ocean. He had been lucky, investing his money in a few small technology startups, that had exploded quickly into multi-million dollar corporations overnight. With his money so well invested, Julian made a profit even while sleeping. He did whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, not caring what others thought. Taking another puff, half of his face was illuminated by the moon, the long dark shadows of the furniture in the room cast over the floor and walls. Julian was in his mid twenties, an inch or two shy of being six foot tall. Short, well kept blonde hair covered his head, complimenting his perfect, deep blue eyes wonderfully. He was still dressed up from a business meeting he had been to earlier in the day, black dress pants, a deep red button up shirt, hidden underneath the jacket.

Putting out his smoke, Julian stood up, stretching his arms over his head, hearing a few kinks in his back pop as well. Just as he relaxed, he heard the van driving up the semi-circular driveway in the front of the mansion. The headlights lit up on of the living room walls as it drove up, coming around the circle. With a smile, he wandered over to the light switch, tossing it on. His eyes squinted, having been so used to the darkness, taking a moment to re-adjust to the brighter light. The truck idled outside, and the doorbell rang. The girls were usually brought to their clients residences by an escort, but with Julian, they had stopped doing that some time ago. They would sit and wait in the vehicle, just to make sure the girl would get inside on her own, and not run off. With a few clicks, unlocking the heavy wood door, Julian smiled, as he swung it open, seeing the young girl standing in front of him. “Well, well, well… what do we have here?” he asked, rather rhetorically. Letting her into the mansion, he closed and locked the door, hearing the van pull away, leaving the two together for an evening of fun and excitement.

 

[Love]

Everything about Amber spoke sex. Even in the reflective glare of the van’s headlights, as the light bounced off of the pavement, you could see the volumes of suggestion written all over her material possessions. The glossy black heels that made her legs look lean and ass perk high sparkled with a new shine. There was a crisp feeling when you gazed over her black hose, beckoning your eyes further up her legs to her thighs where the presence of garter-belt clips would be; hidden just under the hem of a very short skirt. It was black also, pleated, and flared just enough to make one wonder if it was the curve of her ass that made her skirt flirt those cheeks, or the material itself. Her shirt was like silk, a solid rose purple, with spaghetti strap shoulders that molded and pulled the material over her handful-sized breasts. What skin was seen along her neck, collar bone, and arms was smooth and tanned – near perfect. She had a pretty face with soft cheekbones, candy-coated lips, and dashing eyelashes. Her hair was long, a little passed her shoulders, and shined auburn in the light of his mansion.

Yes, she was dressed to par. Only she didn’t know it. Everything about Amber was sexual save for the gaze in her eyes. Their hue was almost golden. In fact, her eyes were so gem-like that she had been given her first name after their vats of gold. They immediately inquired of Julian when he swung the door open, and regarded him in a kind of passive innocence. It was a passive façade meant for fools though, brought on only through the confusion she felt and the loss of stable ground. She stood confident enough that gave window to some spunk though, and the way she gripped her journal-sized hand purse sent flags of warning that she could possess a violent streak. Of course, he checked her out. While Julian’s eyes roamed her body Amber was taking the same liberty with his, and when he expressed audible words, Amber pressed her lips together.

He opened the door wider for her to enter, and she did. Her heels clipped softly, deftly changing their tone when she stepped from the stone porch to the wooden foyer. Her gaze swept over the interior, taking longer than she had meant over the decor, because the sound of him shutting and locking the door snapped her vision back upon him. The van pulled away, and it put an empty twist into her stomach. It wasn’t like she missed the van. She hardly understood it, and she had barely enough time to grow fond of the Haven, much less miss it for a day or two. “They said you might have some work for me?” She asked. That is what they told her. In return for the Haven, which had prettied her up and gave her clothes, she would work for their clients. She figured it was a fair assessment, considering where she was at in life before coming to the Agency.

 

[Skye Pilot]

Julian was already debating on what to do to this ingenuous looking girl the moment his deep blue eyes devoured her figure. As she walked into the foyer of the mansion, the sweet, exotic fragrance of the perfume she was wearing. Nostrils flared just a little, enjoying the light scent fully. The clothing the girl wore made her look almost like an adult, though the smallish rise of her bust, hidden beneath the shirt made it perfectly clear she was not. In addition to that, her cute little face gave away her youthfulness even further. He pegged her at about 16, but judging from her figure, she could be younger... and possibly still a virgin if he was lucky enough, though either way it did not matter much to the man. The way she was dressed, along with the way she presented herself conveyed to him that her cherry had been stolen some time ago. Most of the girls Haven took in had been at least somewhat promiscuous, as it was an easy way to barter for what was needed when living in a back alley, or abandoned warehouse. The infusion of her choice of clothing, combined with her natural look made the man want to take her, have her, right there and then. Julian was able to stifle the wants and needs for now, quickly regaining his focus. Very few of the girls Haven had sent him stirred such sexual hunger, but something, possibly everything about this new girl made him famished with lust.

From the first glance towards her face, Julian had been smitten, simply mesmerized by her eyes. A tantalizing mix of innocence and life flowed from the sparkling orbs, his instant attraction towards this girl growing by leaps and bounds. Standing in front of her after he locked the front door, he got lost in her eyes for just a moment, almost as if she had cast a spell on him. “I do have some work for you,” Julian told her with a happy smirk. Haven rarely told their girls about what kind of work their clients had enlisted them for, letting them figure it out for their own. “I’m Julian,” he said, offering to shake her hand as a polite gesture. “Let’s discuss this over some tea, shall we? Follow me,” Turning around, he led her down a long hallway, hearing the sound of her heels echo against the walls and arched ceiling with every single step. One side of the hallway was adorned with paintings, along with a few vases and sculptures sitting neatly upon pedestals. The other side of the hallway was glass, looking out over his moonlit property. There was not another house in sight anywhere, just lazy rolling hills to the horizon. “How long have you been with Haven?” Julian asked, looking over his shoulder to her. “Am I the first client they have sent you to?” He had a feeling she had not been sent out to anyone yet, but he wanted to know for sure.

The kitchen was as grand as everything else. Large enough to feed an army it would seem. The floor tile was a lightly textured dark gray stone, matching the solid marble counters. Dark oak cupboards lined the walls, hiding their contents. There was an island in the middle of the kitchen with extra cooking surfaces, along with a spot to eat, marked by a small row of barstools. “Have a seat,” he motioned with his hand to do so. A kettle was being kept warm on the stove, not boiling, but still quite hot. Taking out two cups and matching saucers, Julian placed a bag of black tea in each. “The work you will be doing tonight is rather personal,” he told her, pouring the water into the cups, a few small wisps steam rolling off it’s surface. “In fact, you could call it intimate,” He chuckled a little, pretending it was a joke. Moving towards her, holding each of the saucers in his hands, he offered the one in his right for her to take. ”Time for the first trial of the evening…” Julian sadistically thought to himself. He wanted to give her a little test before her real work started, just to see how she might react. Plus, he was craving to hear the first of many pain laced screams flow from those perfect candy lips. Just as Amber reached for the saucer, he tipped it over, making it look like a clumsy accident, the cup shattering into pieces on the tile floor. The dark, hot liquid spilled all over her hand and fingers, getting a bit of her wrist and arm in the process. “Oops! Oh, I’m sorry!” he faked the sincerity. The tea was not hot enough to blister her skin, or leave a permanent mark, but it would scald some of her skin. “Quick, let’s get some cold water on there,” Julian said with false concern. Leading her over to the sink, he turned the cold water on, helping her to sooth the stinging pain of the burn. ”Such soft skin… he thought to himself, guiding her arm under the cooling water.

 

[Love]

Amber took his hand for the offered shake, after shaking off her own flopped hesitation. It was a gesture she had not anticipated so it caught herself a little off-guard. The physical contact, no matter how formal, put heated butterflies into her chest. They fluttered over her skin singing hymns of nervousness, while knowing it was a masquerade for the attractiveness she felt for him. She gathered herself up on the outside though, ensuring that he saw nothing but a girl who had been ascribed for business. Her smile was kind when she acknowledged his name. “…and I am Amber.” Of course she would take his lead into discovering the work he had for her to do, so when he suggested tea, she nodded and followed him deeper into the mansion.

“I have only been with Haven for a few days,” she answered. Amber followed slightly behind, and was thankful for the privacy from his gaze. It would have been hard to hide the uncertainty she felt at sharing such information. She did not understand Haven enough to feel at liberty with details. “Yes, you are my first client.” She opted for a direct answer, offering no further information. Maybe he would catch the clue and suspect that she was the un-social type? At least he now knew that pebbles did not graciously fall into his hands when prodding her dirt…

Amber expected to see the lavish hallway with rich paintings, lovely vases, and expensive sculptures. You cannot just enter a mansion and not expect to see such décor! In fact, she did secretly admire the near glass-wall where one could see out over the estate. It made you feel as though you were taking a pleasant stroll through a natural garden. But what she did not expect to see was a kitchen of such grand magnitude. Who needed a kitchen like this?! He obviously did a lot of entertaining on his estate because the kitchen was large enough to house many servants comfortably while cooking to feed a multitude of people. She felt a little small while her ass slipped onto the barstool he indicated. Her skirt was almost so short that it wouldn’t give her that soft barrier between skin and polished wood. One heel hooked behind a bar supporting two feet of the stool, while the ball of her other shoe rested on another. Amber carefully put her small purse onto the surface before her and watched Julian gather up some tea bags. Would he want her to work in the kitchen? Most likely, this is why he had brought her into this room. But as he spoke she couldn’t help but stir the mystery even more within her imagination. Personal? Intimate? A corner of her mouth lifted into a smile. “What? You want me to clean your toilet or something?”

As he offered the cup of tea she allowed her imagination to trail off. Intimate could be thought of as secret, could it not? Maybe he wanted her to get rid of some hot documents that proved he had dipped his hands into some illegal junk. Afterall, how could someone be as young as him and so rich at the same time without tramping around the law?

“Shhhhit!!....” It started as a pained hiss…but eventually formed into that lovely curse. The hot water splashed all over her hand! She about jumped from the stool so senselessly that, if the counter had not have been near to balance her, she would have had to put up a fight just to keep from falling. Damn heels. Amber shook her hand quickly, trying to shake off the pain. Problem is, the pain just got a little bit worse as her skin turned red from the hot irritation. By this time Julian was leading her over to a sink. She felt anger towards him at first…so clumsy of him! However she quickly reeled it in and allowed him to pull her hand under the cool water of the faucet. “it is ok!” She exclaimed, a little shaken. “It is nothing.” Amber suddenly had a vision of Julian calling the Haven and telling them she had been injured and couldn’t work for him. That was all she needed was for the Haven to think she was worthless! Amber pulled her hand back, out of the water, and cupped it with her other hand. She gave him a meek smile, “It will be alright. It scared me more than anything. It is already going away.”

 

[Skye Pilot]

Julian smiled happily towards Amber, after she introduced herself. “Amber, hmm? Such a pretty name for such a pretty girl,” he remarked, in an attempt to make her blush. Wandering down the long elegant hallway with her, his evening only got better with her answers. Amber had not a single clue why she was here, or what exactly she would be forced to endure tonight. She was perfect by his standards. Julian did feel like she was giving him a bit of a cold shoulder with her to the point answers. Perhaps she was just nervous, or maybe she just didn’t like to socialize all that much. He didn’t mind really, as talking a great deal was not on the agenda.

Looking over to Amber, the way she positioned her feet on the crossmembers of the barstool at different heights, made her look very sexy, almost like she was trying to put out. Julian thought she might have positioned herself like that on purpose, trying to show off a bit of leg, maybe a flash of skin too. “No, no…” he chuckled to her question about cleaning his toilet. “It’s nothing like that,” Her inquiry did give him a nasty little idea for later he would need to keep in mind. Before they could even get to the meat of their conversation, Julian had deliberately interrupted with spilling the tea all over her hand. The loud hissing curse was not quite the scream he had been expecting, but it would have to do for now. After running her hand and wrist under the water, he offered her a clean dishtowel to dry herself off. Parts of her skin looked more red than others, the burns not at all serious. “Are you sure?” he asked inquisitively, not really caring all that much about the injury. “Haven does have an excellent Health Care program. Once you go back, they will be able to help you out, if you still need it,” he continued, knowing that by the time he was done with her, Amber surely would require their services. “I don’t think this will hamper what I need you to do for me tonight,” Julian nodded.

Taking the towel from her, he hung it on a nearby hook so the damp fabric could dry. Julian stood in front of Amber, with her back towards the counter. “Now then, where were we?” he asked, looking to her gem like eyes like a predator closing in on it’s unsuspecting dinner. “I have a very important task for you tonight, Amber,” Julian nearly licked his lips when her name rolled so succulently off his tongue. Quick as he could, he turned the young girl around, making her face the counter. The heel of his hand pushed firmly between her shoulderblades, forcing her body to bend over the cold stone countertop. Her body hit the solid stone hard, nearly enough to crack a rib if he had been just a little more rough. “I know the good folks at Haven didn’t tell you what you would be doing tonight, but you are going to be my little plaything for the evening... my personal slut...” With Amber bending at the hips, the short pleated skirt she wore exposed a good portion of her smooth upper legs, a healthy dose of her ass showing too. Julian rubbed up and down the back of her left leg with his free hand, giving her ass a firm, tight squeeze when his fingers traveled over the mouth watering curve. Fingerails dug in with the squeeze, leaving a peppering of marks on her otherwise perfect flesh. After the squeeze, his hand drew back, then rushed forwards, giving the same cheek a firm spank. The sound of the flesh on flesh impact filled the kitchen, a red impression of his hand forming on her skin.

The hand on Ambers back slid upwards, along her neck, and into the depths of her auburn hair. Gripping a good portion of the silk like strands, he turned her head, and kept her down, one of her cheeks pressed flush against the countertop. “You look like a smart girl, Amber…” Julian slid open a nearby drawer, then reached in, pulling out a stainless steel paring knife, the bright light making the shiny blade shimmer. With a firm grip, he placed it on the front of her throat, letting her feel exactly how sharp the blade of the utensil was. “…don’t do anything dumb tonight. Understand?” Carefully, Julian slid the knife from the front of her throat, to the side of her neck, mimicking what he might do to her if she did anything stupid.

Julian tossed the knife away, then pulled her back up onto her feet, the hand buried in Amber's locks directing, “Lets get started then, hmm? Just not here. The kitchen is not very suitable,” Julian said, having tried it before. “This way,” he ordered, dragging her along as they walked. Leading her through to a dimly lit room just off from the kitchen, leather couches and chairs were all about. A well stocked bar was along one of the walls, the various bottles having their contents illuminated from the light up shelves they perched on. This large room was one of several lounges, though Julian used this one mostly for his most distinguished guests, a VIP room of sorts. The carpet was bright red, contrasting with the many black leather pieces of furniture. A sliding glass door was at one end of the room, leading out onto wooden porch. He tossed Amber down carelessly onto the leather couch closest to the bar, doing his best to make her stumble as she fell onto the cushions. “Care for a drink first, since I was so careless with the tea?” Julian took off his jacket, tossing it carelessly onto one of the chairs. "I promise I'll be more careful with it this time," Stepping behind the bar, he poured himself a SoCo and Coke, with a dash of lime. Taking a sip, he licked his lips, carefully watching Amber the whole while. He didn’t think she would try to run or make a break for it, and even if she did, Julian would make sure she would regret such a decision.

 

[Love]

Amber toweled her hand dry, patting it along the back of her fingers and up her arm a little. She wasn’t sure if the concern in his voice was comforting, or unwelcomed. It was good to know that he cared to remedy his clumsy mistake as much as he could, but it could also mean he may care too much, and send her back without putting her to work. It was a relief when he made the comment that it wouldn’t hinder anything though, and Amber seemed to relax just a fraction more. “I am glad to hear that.” She replied, allowing her relieved emotion to leek through.

Julian took the towel from her and hung it on a hook, but when his eyes returned with that predatory pin, Amber felt her breath halt. She may not have been as unsuspecting as he believed. The pounce was written in the depths of his hues as his words slipped smoothly to her. The undertone meanings were so thick that Amber could almost smell the sexual musk. She was caught like a doe in headlights, still! She may have picked up on his meaning, but never really felt the force of it until her hips were slamming into the edge of the counter and her chest was smashed down upon its polished surface. A terrified whimper fell from her mouth; mixed with the shock of his assault and the near pain of her rib cage thumping against the unforgiving counter. Julian’s pinning muscles became another unforgiving force when he did not allow her to rise back up.

“I know the good folks at Haven didn’t tell you what you would be doing tonight, but you are going to be my little plaything for the evening... my personal slut...”

Only the centerpiece decorations and handy kitchen tools witnessed the widening of Amber’s eyes as he kept her bent over the countertop. His words were like electricity. They struck her, and she was affected by them. Suddenly, puzzle pieces regarding Haven started fitting together, and Julian had become a most fierce and demanding client.

Amber’s legs strained; straight and taunt. As long as she teetered upon those shiny heels there was no leverage to gain. Her entire backside was exposed, all decked up for his roaming pleasure. The contact of his hand brushing over the sheer thigh-high legging seemed to cement his words, and her breathing started up again with heavy fear. The way his broad touch roamed up the backside of her leg made her juices stir, much to her gathering dismay. For just a moment her body wiggled, her legs quivered and her arms shifted so that her palms lay flat against the counter, and it seemed as though she would protest his touching assault by testing the force of his pin, but she went nowhere. Barely visible, Amber’s body trembled from being forced to submit into this exposed position. Another whimper of the softest fear fell from her lips when he squeezed her cheek, and she tensed up when he dug his fingernails into her creamy flesh. Then, he gave her one sharp spank that drove heat into her flesh. She took it in a stifled silence, but it did bring a red flush to her face. The sound of her smacked skin filling the empty air of the kitchen was indeed humiliating.

Julian’s pinning hand slipped upwards to the back of her head where she felt her hair gather up into his fist. He turned her head, and the countertop felt cool to the flush of her right cheek. Amber’s golden eyes were still filled with shock when she looked at him. Her pink lips parted enough to leave a slivering gap between her tiers as if she was going to say something to him when he commented upon her smarts. Obviously Amber thought better of it, because she was still bent over in silence when he drug out a shiny paring knife. She flinched under his weight, testing his leverage and expressing her discomfort as he brought it up to her neck. Julian could feel the tremors in her frame, and see how her pupils fell into a deeper fear as it touched her throat. Now she fell still, daring not to move. If Amber’s eyes were not closed in trepidation of death, they were begging him for mercy. She had no reason to believe he wouldn’t cut her, or slash her in murder. He certainly did convey the act as he mimicked its course along her skin in wake of his threatening words!

As quickly as it had begun he tossed the knife to the side and yanked her up. He pulled her along by keeping his hand tangled up in her auburn tresses, and when they reached a more lavished room, he tossed her towards an expensive looking couch. She stumbled into its embrace, falling to the leather cushion, and seemed to look like a stunned kitten that had been tossed from a high altitude. Julian had quickly become an imposing force, and she did not want to risk darting for the porch even while he stripped off his jacket and busied himself with a sweet looking drink. Instead, she just tried to slowly straighten herself into an awkward sitting position, catch up on current events, and think through everything that had just happened. She missed his question, entirely, but it didn’t look like it was meant to be answered anyways – in light of his humor.

Her heart was broken. Haven was not what she had hoped it would be, and it looked as though she was realizing it would be learned the hard way. Now, there was a sickening lump in her gut, dropped into her bowels after deciding that she wanted nothing to do with Haven anymore. But before Haven could be dealt with, she had to get through Julian first. Amber’s survival instincts kicked in, fully armed. They had not been very far from her the entire time, and they added just enough hardness into her gaze that she regarded him in contempt when she finally found his face. It was a kind of livid hatred that soured her gems along the edges, while in direct contact they told him that she remained passive. Willing. Dutiful.

“If a blowjob was what you wanted, all you had to do was ask nicely.” Amber was that rare personality who incurred pain and humiliation in order to escape pain and humiliation. Violence was only a last defense.

She would quickly make Julian happy so he would let her go. Then she would never return to Haven. It seemed like a plan of possibilities.

 

[Skye Pilot]

With the heavy slam of Ambers body on the counter, Julian’s ears perked up with the terrified whimper that flew right out of those pink candy lips. The quick emotional sound, combined with just how helpless she appeared now was already beginning to stir arousal within Julian. While his hand explored the exposed flesh, he heard her scared breathing start up, almost able to smell the fear with each exhale. As she moved her hands flat onto the cold surface of the marble, he thought for sure Amber would push up in a futile attempt to get away from him. Instead, she just laid there, possibly contemplating the results of such an effort. The squeeze on her ass pushed out a second of those precious terrified whimpers, seeming almost like he knew it would. What came as a surprise was the spank. Not a sound came out, not even a squeak. Julian would just have to make future spanks to her rump even harder.

With the turn of her head, Julian could now witness for himself the pure fear wallowing up in the one golden orb he could glimpse. As her lips parted, Julian saw the sparkle of her teeth though the gap, sensing she was either going to say something, or maybe she was just lost for words. The growing trembles and quakes halted instantly the moment the sharp blade pressed to her neck. Moving the edge slowly, he smirked to himself, seeing the fear in her eyes combine with a more pleading look, begging for some sort of compassion.

Julian heard Amber’s skinny body bounce a little against the leather couch after he tossed her on it, not looking back, making his way to the bar. Her hair was a little tousled now from his rough treatment, making her appear a little unkempt. More silence followed after his offer of an adult beverage, not knowing if she had not heard, or was simply blocking him out. Once she finally managed to gather herself up enough and look over to Julian, he could see the change in her eyes again, able to feel just how much she was despising him already. Still, her golden pools were not filled by the spitefulness entirely, there was still a look of light submissiveness in them.

Chuckling, Julian took another sip of his drink, rolling his eyes with her comment about a blowjob. Setting his glass down on the bar with a clink. “A blowjob, huh?” he scoffed. “Oh little girl… you have no idea how deep this rabbit hole will go,” Finishing off his drink, Julian came over, standing directly in front of the girl while she sat. Reaching down, his right hand grabbed at her chin and jaw, his thumb on one side, the rest of his fingers on the other. Tilting her head back, he forced her to look up at him, gazing strongly down to her with a lecherous look. Lips puckered up, his tongue rolling around the inside of his mouth. Julian spit right into Amber’s face, the wet, bubbly liquid hitting her forehead, dribbling down along the inside of her nose, and onto her upper lip. The strong scent of alcohol was present within his saliva, fresh from his drink. “If I wanted to bust a nut, I would take care of that myself, girl,”

Pulling his hand back, he gave a scolding flick to the tip of her nose. “But if that is why you think you are here, we can start there… but tonight won’t end quite so simply,” he warned, almost growling to her. Julian reached down, undoing the belt of his pants, knowing he would be using it again later. The button at the top of his dress pants was next to go, followed by the zipper. Even as he worked to undress himself, the growing bulge of his hidden manhood became impossible to hide. Julian let his pants drop, kicking them off and to the side. Next, he worked his member out from between the opening in his boxers, presenting his full length proudly to Amber. His cock was thick and long, just shy of 7 inches from base to tip. “What are you waiting for then?” he asked, seeming to be annoyed that her lips were not on him the instant he exposed himself.

Julian’s right hand found the familiar spot on the back of Amber’s head, clasping around the elegant strands of hair once more. He leaned her forward, holding onto his cock with his other hand. Breathing a little deeper already, Julian began to drag the tip of his cock against her warm, smooth cheek, making her feel the intense heat of his engorged muscle up against her face. Down he moved it, slipping his tip along her jawline, under her chin, and nuzzling her other cheek. The strong scent of his masculine musk could not be avoided, leaving his scent upon Amber’s pretty face. As he went, a few clear dribbles of pre-cum rolled out of his tip, leaving wet shinny marks here and there about her flesh. Up, and across her forehead was the next path of travel, then down the bridge of her nose. Julian then stopped, his purple tip inches from her pink lips. “Open up, Amber,” he ordered, wondering if she would, or if he would have to force his way in past the barrier of her lips.

 

[Love]

There was a tremor in Amber’s nerves as her vision filled with Julian. His blond hair and blue eyes gave the impression of an angel, but the innocence of that serenade was now under flames. Now that his jacket was carelessly flung off to the side, his deep red shirt helped burn away that heavenly image. For just a brief moment he seemed to represent everything happening to her believed reality. The wonderful Haven was not so wonderful anymore. Amber felt like an animal trying to pin down enough courage to stay put in this barn that was smoldering to ashes; to stay still under Julian’s gaze and not dart for the porch. She wasn’t quite sure what kept her in place on that couch while he enjoyed the bite of alcohol, but whatever it was, it made her nerves rub on edge.

If she pushed for the outside porch, and he caught her, would that be that ‘dumb’ mistake he threatened her to not make while in the kitchen?

She listened to his scoffing words, rolling over her like a gloomy shadow. Then, her fingers curled into whatever material they touched when he sat the glass down and walked over towards her. Fingernails gripped the fabric of her skirt, and the other’s scratched into the leather of the couch ever so slightly. It was in harmony with the gritty lock of her teeth and the deep breath taken that made her spine straighten. He had grabbed her jaw and was forcing her face to stare into his. Perhaps if she had known Julian a little bit better there might have been a piercing hatred in those golden hues for him, but instead they were withdrawn into a kind of wide-eyed caution.

Quickly, his spit hit her forehead like a splattering bug. Amber flinched backwards and her eyes squeezed shut completely. Her entire body tensed up, not really knowing what had hit her until she felt the liquid run down the side of her nose. Disgusted, she voiced a complaint by whinnying a sharp whimper. His fingers tightened into her jaw holding her in place though as she tried to draw back more to swipe away his spittle. Now, it dribbled to her upper lip, and her eyes flickered in more disgust.

When he finally released her jaw she snapped her body backwards as far as the couch would allow. Her right hand flung to her face to wipe away the slimy wad of spit that ensnared her nostrils with the scent of his alcoholic drink. It wet her fingers, and she transferred it to the couch to get rid of it, making the leather shine. Amber had to do this twice to even feel as though the bulk of it was gone. But before she could use the couch as a towel for the second time, Julian had kicked off his black pants and was reaching for the back of her head. His 7-inch cock was pointing for her face, aimed by his other hand that held the hard base.

Amber’s eyes stretched wide in a shocking surprise, and she quickly resisted him. “Noo..!” She exclaimed in a hard rejection. Her spit covered fingers darted to his right hip and her other hand landed on his left leg. As he pulled her forward using the back of her head, she braced against his hip and leg to try and push him away. She resisted his strength just enough to put tension between them, but not enough to keep him from moving his length to her face. The heated warmth of his engorged head seemed to transfer into her cheeks, because when it touched her flesh a bright blush colored her pretty face. She could feel its weight upon her, the stiff give of its pliable hardness, and the soft smoothness of its textured skin. Julian moved his tip along her jaw line and chin, up her other cheek and to her forehead. It traveled along her lightly powdered perfection and brushed near her vivid eyelashes, almost disturbing the pewter purple eye shadow make-up that gave a pleasant pop to her natural features. There was a brisk coolness to parts of her face that told her he had smeared some of his own spit along her nose, and had deposited some of his pre-cum too. All the while, she kept up that tension between them. If he gave her a centimeter to pull away… she took it.

Now, he poised the head of his large cock before her pink lips and expected her to open wide, but Amber no longer felt willing. He had taken this too far. It was one thing to give someone a dutiful blow-job and treat it like business, but this was not business-like treatment. Julian had humiliated her. He had degraded her face and it did not sit well with her personal self. Instead of parting her lips to let his large member slip through, she parted them to spit back on his cock. A sizable wad of spit landed on the ridge of his mushroom-shaped head and splattered back along his shaft. There were worse things she could have done, but she felt it within her rights to at least treat him the same way he treated her.

“Fuck you.” She muttered, angry.

 

[Skye Pilot]

Julian watched Amber attempt to wipe away the spit that had landed upon her young face, amused at how she could not quite wipe her fingers clean on the leather couch. Just as she was to try again, he gave her no chance to go any further, having her hair in his hand, targeting in with his large manhood. The surprise that filled her eyes only followed by her strong verbal protesting added to further his amusement. As she grabbed at his hips, the wetness of her fingers was absorbed, giving them a chance to be cleaned off. Drawing Amber in closer, teasing his cocktip all about, Julian could easily feel her hidden strength, as she tried to move away. The girl was stronger than he had initially anticipated, though he was the superior force in this battle. Any time he let up with his hand, even just a little, she would do her best to pull back. Julian made sure not to give her the needed space she required to get away.

Julian could tell Amber was more feisty than the usual girls Haven sent to him. Of course, not all of them would just roll over for him and do what he wanted. Most would put up a fight at first, before submitting to him. With Amber though, he was already thinking he would have to take more drastic measures. After he told Amber to open up, she promptly showed her spite instead. Her perfect lips puckered up, and she spit back onto him, the distain in her retort coming through clearly. The salvia trickled down from his ridge, and onto the rest of his mighty shaft. Julian let out a chuckle. Out of everything she could have done at that moment, he never her to undertake such an entertaining option. “That is what tonight is about, after all…” he teasingly muttered back.

Reaching down to his shaft, her slathered her warm, wet saliva all over his shaft, making it glisten and shine in the low light. After he finished, he moved his hand to Amber’s head, using her hair for his own personal towel, still holding with the other hand. Once dried of, the hand buried in her silky strands of hair moved to her shoulder, gripping hard and tight. With a heavy push, Julian shoved her against the backrest of the couch. His right hand, still covered in a light but drying sheen of her very own spittle cupped Ambers left cheek, making her look up to him. Smiling down to her disgruntled face, he patted her cheek several times. “I think I like you, even if you are not as ferocious as you think,” Standing up, his right hand gripped her cheek tighter, then pulled off to the side. Quickly, he brought it forth, giving her cheek a full on open handed slap, the torturous sound of it painful to even his ears. Not wasting any time, his hand came back the other way, knuckles forward, in hard and heavy backhand. Julian had to shake out his hand several times after that, a painful string rattling down his knuckles to his fingertips. Julian hoped he had not giving himself a hairline fracture from abusing the girl on his expensive couch.

Giving her just a moment to recover, Julian reached down for his pants. Picking them up, he tore the belt right out, nearly ripping a few of the belt loops in doing so. He had planned on using the inch wide leather belt to lash against and bruise up her ass, but Amber had unknowingly forced him to change his plans. Julian looped his belt quickly around her slender neck, running the end through the simple metal buckle. With a hard and heavy tug on the end, the makeshift choker cinched down along her throat, already restricting her breathing. Julian just kept on pulling though, dragging her body off the couch, and forcing her to stand up. The pulling only continued, his hand raising into the air higher and higher, until Amber was standing just on the toes of her high heels. He watched her face change from a rosy blush, to a deep rose red, hues of purple joining in after that, closing off both her airway, along with circulation, the leather pressed tightly against her skin.

“Amber, Amber, Amber…” Julian spoke, his voice surprising calm and serene. “This all could have been so simple and easy…” Just before he felt the Amber was on the verge of blacking out, Julian tugged the belt about her neck down hard, forcing her to fall and stumble onto the lush carpeted floor of the lounge. With Amber laying weakly on her chest, Julian pushed a foot down onto her back, right between her shoulder blades, preventing her from even crawling away even the slightest amount. He picked up the end of the belt, though he did not pull it tight, allowing her for at least a few moments to get some much needed air into her body. Julian really had no intent on killing the girl, or even mutilating her figure. It was not his way, but the looming, ever-present threat that he could always seemed like a solid way to get what he wanted.

“Change your mind yet?” Julian asked, taking a seat on the couch, holding the improvised leash, not letting Amber have a chance to run. His ample arousal still stuck out from under his boxers, just as hard as ever, waiting for those precious lips to surround it. Julian typically was not in the mood to give the girls a choice, but he needed to gauge if the brief attempt at strangulation had any sort of breaking effect. In the end, Amber would not have a choice of course, but for now, she was just a pawn in Julians game.