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The Promise of a Daughter

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Tara was born with wealth and never once asked where it had come from but sometimes it was best not to ask. For Tara however this was not the case. College had begun only a few short months before the holidays and when winter break came her parents informed her that in four days’ time, on Christmas eve, she would be leaving her failing grades and golden life behind to live with a man she did not know. Tara knew that her life would be over without the support of her family but should she turn away the idea she knew just what would become of her. Their parents had given the older daughter away in marriage to farther the company of their father but that was not enough, now Tara was to become the wife of a man that everyone knew to be a wretch of a man.

Tara was sent to the home alone in her hatch back with all she was permitted to take with her and with the address in hand her hesitant hand reached for the doorbell. For a moment she thought about turning away and leaving as fast as she could but the truth hit her worse than any other reality in her life had. She had nowhere to go and no one would have her; that was a thought that scared her worse than any womanizer. Tara comforted herself that if the man was so free with women he would hardly fancy a silly girl over them and would clearly treat her more like a house keeper than a wife.

Her dainty finger flexed sending the sound of the doorbell to whomever would open the door.
 
The mansion was HUGE, the size of a small island. Real marble pillars supported the arch way, an arch way with twin anti tnk rifles placed under the arch way. The house was a mis of defense and serious protection. The heavy etals doors were depelted uranium with a large seriously engraved H in them, the engraving was filled with gold.

A young maid answered the door. Her uniform was an apron, her body bare except for it. She also wore fishnet stockings annd eight inch heels. The apron protected her modesty but only barely. She siled at the girl, "Ah hello, you must be Mr. Hellsing's future wife, please follow me."

Inside the house was heavy black tile and metal, and odd mix of barely dressed women, and heavily armmed and well trained men wearing body aromor that cost a small fortune. The house atorn spoke, as he walked, "Mr. Hellsing made inherited the Hellsing Armerment Corporation from his great great grand father, who sold the Nazi's their weaponry and sold the Allies theirs."

She walked easily, and scary quickly as she spoke, "His father made many enemies, and Thomas haas only made more, he's the leader of a branch of mercenaries, and H.A.C. is one of the major arms distributors in the world, Asian, Vietam, Afganistan, aywhere where people are killing eachother, they are useing H.A.C. weapons and begging Mr. Hellsing to sed them more troops, hell even your own government is useing him in your current war."

As they passed two large busty blonde making out and a trohpy case. It shwoed pictures of three en, all lookign simulr but different shaking hands with various people of note. Everyone from Hitler to Obama. Various medals for service and other things. It was obvious more than a few conflicts had invovled the Hellsing family. The woman spoke again, "Each heir to the Hellsing Family is trianed to be the best of the best, to outwit an eemy in the board room, and to cut a child's throat if nessassary in the field, problem is being a killer from the age of six years old tends to leave a perso entally unstable, Thoas it a coin flip, some days he's a lovable pervert, others he's a paraoid man who half the world publicly hates, and the other haf wouldn't hesitate to stab him in the back."

Soon they were at a large glass door. Dozens of women were swimming around very naked. Thoas smiled as he saw her. He pulled himself up from the pool. His body was amazing, muscle upon muscle, but ot in a wall sort of way. The man obviously had artial arts training and his body seemmed liek a coiled steel line. He was tall at 7 foot dead even, white blond hair that reached his lower back dripped with water. It was kept in a super tight asian style braid. His dark blue eyes almsot seemed to glow like a low fire. However the second ost striking thing about him after his size was the scars. A mix and mash of them on his torso. Some from bullets, others from bladed weapons, still others unidentifiable. The third thing was how pale his skin was, almost like paper more than skin. Three thin scars went downn hsi left eye, the one dead center went all down the side fo his face. Two saller ones went fro the eyebrow down to about an inch past the eyeball. Thomas nodded to them. Waving a hannd over one of the aormored individuals broguht him a H.A.C. 10 guage autotic shotgun, which he pointed into the air and held the trigger down.

Soon ll the women were looking at him s he tossed the gun into the pool he told the women to get out. They did rather quickly. The maid rolled her eyes, "I swear sometimes I think he's nine years old."

Soon she had slid the door open saying, "Go ahead sweetie, and don't worry he won't hurt you, probably."
 
Tara was hardly impressed by the display and from the moment she walked into the home she was sure she was going right to hell for the simple fact of what she was seeing. The maid seemed kind enough and she was gracious in return knowing that as soon as she was able she was getting her proper attire and making her the personal assistant that would remain by Tara’s side through the years. The kissing blonds were the first ones going to go.

Once at the glass door Tara knew she had gone straight from Gomorra into the ring of hell where satan devoured the worst of sinners. As they entered and the blond man who was to be her husband came out of the pool she had known just who was satan in the room of nude women who she was sure he had ben devouring. Tara prayed she was not going to be forced into supplying him children as she would hope no son of hers would grow to such a deviant and no daughter a nudist.

Tara gave a slight nod at the maid as she and the harem of women left the pair of them and she turned her cold green eyes to him. Tara was a woman of little stature lingering a whole foot and eight inches shorter than he with her two inch heels on and her modest clothing covering her until the knee where the Vera Wang dress allowed the beige stockings to be seen all the way to the round toed Mary Jane pumps that graced the petite foot within them. The slightly tanned skin that peeked out from the sleeveless black dress gave clear indication that she enjoyed the outdoors almost as much as her tightly held mouth showed her distaste for him already. She cared little for his physical attraction or the scars that in her opinion he likely received from a commendable source. The lipstick on the tightly held mouth did not crease or show any sign of wear not did the thick mascara and eye liner that outlined the judgmental orbs of green that resided behind the fluttering lashes . Said eyes never left his face with their disapproving gaze and when a well-manicured hand came up to tuck the long strands of hair that hung in a thick patch to frame the left side of her slender face behind her ear revealing the rather expensive earrings that hung there. The rest of her thick spine length hair was pinned and hair sprayed perfectly in a thick black ballet bun atop her head, “And you are my suiter I presume?” was all the young voice said in almost a sneering tone. She made no mistake as she displayed her open dislike of him for she was starting to think death by a man who acted like a nine year old was better than the option of wedding one.
 
Thomas shook his head, sitting down he said, "No, you are, your father said you wanted to marry me."

Beckoning her over, he headed inside of his mansion. Passing various women, and several others. Reaching a large library he pulled on a robe. Gesturing towards he he pulled out a contract. It was old and this was a copy as he said, "I didn't even know this existed to be honest, you see my family has produced guns since before the revolutionary war, but we had to Smith our guns back then."

He handed her the contract. It read the exchaging of one daughter of her family, for the rights to a metal compound. Oe that was ancient as he said, "Your great grand father made the trade with mine for a metal that was used in vaccuum tubes, a metal that has since been put into yoru families electronic micro chips, it's worth roughtly 980 billion dollars to me, and my company, as you know you family's stock and everything you have is about 970 billion."

Nodding he said, "So me and your father talked, and if the marrage goes through you and I get his company as a wedding gift, he will stay as the figure head of the company, but you'll have controlling interest, and I get that as well since we'd be married."

He looked at her, taking in her body as he said, "So sweetie, your father is trying to pay e off with you, keep me from emptying your family out, he told me he didn't care if I beat you, or raped you, you woud be the perfect wife, honestly I feel bad for you my father could be a dick but he never sold me out."

Sitting down he poured both of them two fingers of whiskey and handed her one.
 
She read the contract carefully and again her lips tightened with disapproval as she set it down. “If I am to be lady of this home I have a few demands that need to be met.” She turned her nose up at the whiskey knowing full well that it was yet another sinful pleasure she would be exposed to despite her distaste for men who drank it. She pushed on though pacing the room slightly before facing him squarely again.

“First all of the help are to wear proper attire of my choosing; second the maid who brought me to you will be my personal assistant and will be given a pay raise for having had to tolerated you for so many years. “ She stepped a bit closer to him tilting her head up to look at him, “I want the blond women who were working in the front hall today gone and any indiscretions my husband is going to have will be kept private and away from me. Also know that this is a marriage of pure convenience I have no desire to be a wife to you in any way other than is required in the house hold. I will offer you one time a month where we may go and see a fertility specialist and I will have a child once to carry on this empire. Lastly, you will never touch me. I swear on all that is sinful in this house should you attempt to ravage my body or to hit me you will pray to the god who has obviously forsaken you for fear of the painful death I will bring to you.”

She stood there her eyes set cold and cruel against him as she waited to hear that he understood.
 
Thomas laughted, a hard heavy laught. Looking at her he said, "Nice try sweetie, but I was 6 years old when I was dropped with a group of Gorillas in the congo, at the age of 18 I could dismantle and build an H.A.C. M-18, my first kill was a pregnant woman see the leader of the gorilla knew she was prgnant with the old chieftan's son, didn't want the enemy, so he gave me a machete, told me to cut the baby out, and I did."

Looking at her he said, "When you have watched blood run out of a woman, her dying movemet trying to cradle a baby that was dead, you gun down a child for tryig to protect his mother, when you watch horrible men, but the closest thing you have to a family captured, and gunned down like dogs as they try and fight, know their going to die but keep fighting because they'd rather go out guns blazing then die tortured to death."

He smirked, as his full height became apparent. Everything about him seemed to shift, an animal stood before her, liek a lion or a panther. This thing was the king of it's domain, and if challenged their was no doubt he'd gut her and watch her bleed out. Smirking he said, "So little girl, here are your options, get the fuck out of my house, go to a soup kitchen, probably be savegly raped and humilated, no money, no friends because your father gave me yoru stipend your apartment etc, or deal with me and my enjoying of life."

He looked at her, "I do't plan to live past the age of thirty six I'm thirty now, I dont' care what happens to this empire, your a bribe and you need to realize that I dont' accsept you your dead in the eyes of society, you should BEG me to take you in."
 
Her arms crossed over her ample chest that could have easily surpassed the bustiest of women in this house, “Oh please spare me the pained soldier act. If you are calling this some sort of Post-Traumatic Stress I think every man secretly wishes to have it. And trust me being poor is not what I am afraid of anymore because after walking in this house I am sure I am damned. What am I to be if not the lady of this house? Another in your brothel of whores? Well guess again sergeant psycho because I value myself far higher than these women do. I will not be treated in such a fashion and thus I take my leave of you I will be shown to my room and if nothing of my life is but the walls of that chamber than I shall reside there in silence until you are 36 and dead. When that day comes and everything is mine no one will ever sell me off or pull their weight over me. Also know, you self-indulgent prick, that I am a LADY not some bimbo. Good day to you.”

Her heels clicked as she walked across to the exit looking over her shoulder one last time to inform him of one last quality she deemed herself right to have, “And I have never begged for anything in my life but given the options I would beg for food long before I would beg for anything from you. Besides as long as I stick to Daddy’s plan I need nothing of your money.” With that she left him and showing true initiative she began gathering her things from the car readying herself to take them where ever her room was to be.
 
Thomas smirked, going to help her move her stuff in he said, "I don't claim it's PTSD sweetie, it's just well, you know the saying when we are young we play with toys and as we grow older tis time to put away the toys of our youth?"

He looked at her, "My toys of youth were machine guns, I lost my virginity to a leboese prostitute, I spent my life killing, and learning dapting I was in more militairy coos and such then schools hell I am technically speaking totally un educated but for the last decade I had never stepped into a school building."

Looking at her he said, "So, nnow I'm the family heir, rich and powerful, I don't have to be in some back water jungle being eaten my mosquitoes, and watching for LED's I get to relax and have fun, so yes I may take it a bit too far but liek I said everyone wats me dead, hell your owner father placed a bag with 12 pounds of C-5 in it."

He nodded and the two blondes from beofre showed her the case. It had her name on it, but it was a very large boom bom. Thomas nodded, "Meet Mindy and Cindy, sisters who love one another, Mindy is a world class exsplosives specialist she has dozens of techniques in her head I don't know about, and Cindy is a specialist in infiltration and torture, trained by spetna, both of them are mroe than capable of killing you."

He then added, "Matron is like a mother to me, I have her and the rest dress that way because it makes it impossible for them to kill me, you give any of the women in that house a shoe lace and you coudl be dead within a minute, and before you ask Matron was a Nnazi interrogator during WW2, don't know why she still looks so young and she always says it's classified but trust me, if I made her your personal assistant, you'd be found dead within an hour an ink pen jamed in your eye socket."

Cindy and Mindy spoke, "Mr. Hellsing has helped all of us out, saved my sister and I from being bade into Rusian breed whores, not a single woman in that house will hesitate to put down a threat to him, only reason you ade it out of the house alive was because he finds you interesting."

The women then took the bomb and headed inside. Thomas smirked, "You judge a book by it's cover sweetie and you end up nto seeing the pistol hidden inside."
 
“Call me sweetie one more time and whatever specialist you have here may need to put their skills to use. I will still not be subjected to the nudity of these women so for the next six years you know where to find me.” Her heels clicked up ahead on the steps and she let him take the lead only to allow him to show her the room where she was going to be staying.

She tried to push aside her pride to admit that his people did love him but then the ideas of Charles Manson came to mind, his people loved him too. Once in the room she did not wait to let her hair from it’s tight retrains and if framed her beautiful shape turning the dress into much more of a figure compliment than it had been. Removing her shoes she immediately began hanging her dresses and putting the clothing away. She would stay there until the 2 am hour had come and an urge struck her to cool her temper with a swim. Tara had always been the sort to hold a grudge but that man got under her skin more than she should have ever allowed him to. Something about his past did make her resolve faulter in the hatred she had for him but she let that small bit of sympathy get stomped out at the thought that he would buy a woman from her horrible father.

She slipped into the black bikini and grabbed a towel heading for the glass doors that lead to the pool. She would kill for pool boy to offer her something refreshing but she was clearly the enemy in this home. So in rue of the lacking kindness of a staff member Tara climbed down into the water not wanting to splash and make a whole lot of noise. Instead she swam silently under the water coming up only for air. The rage soon washed away and there she floated ontop of the water taking long deep breaths.
 
Thomas smiled hading her a cool Smiroff ice, it would taste simulr to grape juice. He settled in to the poo as well as he said, "I always enjoyed swimming did you know it was originally an American invention, in alot of places the idea of a bath is a treat much less hundreds of gallons left to sit out it seems a huge waste but it's far more fun then that."

He smirked, doing perfect cork screw dive. He landed easily comming up for air he said, "I get you hate me, and honestly I don't care, half my people say we should kill you to send a message to your father, and the other half think we should kill you for being a disrespectful bitch and thinking your in charge."

He swam around her, "Me, I don't think you should die, because I see a bit of hate in you, your father tried to buy me off, and I am above bribery, but I figured I would meet the daughter he so freely sold."

Relaxing back he said, "I have three Nubian princesses who were given to me for the same reason, I was 14 at the time, they are quiet, reserved etc, and honestly boring as all hell."

He splashed her lightly, "I requested a chance to meet you because everything I'd read about you said you weren't a family bitch, and boy was I right, you showed up here with a plan to take over, and I am impressed and I don't say that often."
 
She had to quell a scream when he appeared offering her a drink. She took the bottle at the side of the pool lifting herself up with some skill to the edge of the pool and there she struggled to get the cap off, “I hate these damned things!” She was obviously angry but her anger was not directed at him for once instead it was just in general at the world. Even him splashing at her hardly made her respond.

“I do hate you but not for whom you are. I get the horrible life you had hell I even get not giving dangerous people the means to kill even if that is just a shoe lace but imagine my life. No I have never had to kill anyone nor have I ever held a gun but my life has been nothing but a war zone since I was born. My father has me raised to be proper at all times, never free, and then gives me to a man who has no modesty in him.” She sighed setting the unopened bottle down. She knew it was the overwhelming nature of the day allowing her to speak with him so calmly but she had no more energy now that the nude women were nowhere in sight.

“When I went away to school for once I had the opportunity to make my own choices and to pursue things that interested me but then they pull me out to come here where again I will play second to a man who will never love me. What they don’t tell you when you are to be married is that you have no option but to marry a man just like your father. To be raised knowing you will only be second best, never the most beautiful in your husband’s life. I am doomed to live my life unloved so tell me how am I to have anything but hate?” At that point her words were more for herself than him as she had nearly forgotten his presence all together.
 
Thomas kissed her lightly on the cheek before slapping her. Looing at her he said, "Get over it."

He smirked, "Yes my life sucked, and trust me I had my angst gasms over it, but the truth is worrying about the past is stupid, worry about the now, or the future, yes your father was a D-bag, it sucks, but who cares, have fun with your life, enjoy it, live it worry about the kiss or the slap more than the memory from decades ago."

Floating easily in the water he opened her bottle saying, "One day I was told to assinate someone, and it turned into a whoel thing, but at the end of the day, realied it was my job to put a sight on a person's skull and pull the trigger, if god wanted them to live they would make my gun jam or something, and if he was meant to die my bullet would go true, thinking about possibel problems is stupid."

He smiled sexily aat her, "You have an issue with how you were raised fuck it off, and do what you want, enjoy life here have a threesome, get fucked up, neither of us gain anything by fucking the other over."
 
ThomasRHellsing said:
Thomas kissed her lightly on the cheek before slapping her. Looing at her he said, "Get over it."

He smirked, "Yes my life sucked, and trust me I had my angst gasms over it, but the truth is worrying about the past is stupid, worry about the now, or the future, yes your father was a D-bag, it sucks, but who cares, have fun with your life, enjoy it, live it worry about the kiss or the slap more than the memory from decades ago."

Floating easily in the water he opened her bottle saying, "One day I was told to assinate someone, and it turned into a whoel thing, but at the end of the day, realied it was my job to put a sight on a person's skull and pull the trigger, if god wanted them to live they would make my gun jam or something, and if he was meant to die my bullet would go true, thinking about possibel problems is stupid."

He smiled sexily aat her, "You have an issue with how you were raised fuck it off, and do what you want, enjoy life here have a threesome, get fucked up, neither of us gain anything by fucking the other over."
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“Your ideas of pleasure and my own are very different.” She stood her eyes filled with hate again at his hand raising to her and then striking her, “Stay away from me.” She took the time to dry herself off before going to the glass doors and the thought very seriously about slitting his throat in his sleep but she knew more than her happiness depended on her success here. Mother would be the one blamed and hurt if Tara did not live up to the hopes of her father and she simply could not do that to the only person who ever gave her kindness.

Tara had no desire to sleep with anyone least of all another woman, nor did she desire the company of a man who would marry her knowing he would never be faithful to her. She simply could not face that sort of life so instead of heading back up the steps she went out the door sitting there in the silence as a few resented tears slipped from her eyes.
 
Matron sighed lightly, "He's right, even if he is a bit of an idiot when it comes to rhetorical speaking, worrying about the past is pointless, it can't be changed or modified, fate is best to accsept and move on, that's what he's done and that's the one thing your father doesn't think you'll do."
 
“Well I never said my father is not rather aware of me and my ways. Besides why are you talking to me? I though you all wanted me dead.” She seemed colder now towards the woman she had immediately liked but discovered was nothing but another enemy in her life.

“He says for me to enjoy my life but that is not going to happen trapped here and when someone else’s life hinges on my own. Unlike your master who seems to have little sense of obligation I have it in spades.” Her hands ran through her hair for a moment causing it to fall like a drape to shield her face. “If you all want to enjoy your lives than let me be. I have no intention of interfering any more as I am clearly in more danger out of that room than I will ever be while in it.”

Her mind went back to him hitting her and anger boiled within her, “And I am not living in the past. This place is my hell and that is a reality. I do not want to live a life of sin and god knows I am not going to. IS it so wrong to want to love the man you marry?”
 
The woman rolled her eyes, "If they were willing to disobey him nd kill you they'd have done it by now, dont' worry they wont' go after you unless onne of us gives them permission."

She sat down net to the woman saying, "And I'm not one of the ones he was counting, I raised him as much as any mother, and I know he needs a sable steady girl in his life to keep him from doing stupid things."
 
“Well I guess I can trust you with this than. If he wasn’t such a pompous ass I think I might like him for his honesty.” Setting her knees against her chest and her chin on her knees she faced the woman looking at her after rubbing her eyes, “So you really don’t mind walking around like that? I guess we all born naked and even Adam and Eve felt no shame until they ate of the tree of wisdom. I don’t think I would ever be confident enough to walk around like that.” Then she gave a soft chuckle, the first time she actually laughed.

“But if you ever need to go somewhere I will gladly lend you a Veera. It would look great on you.” She gave a gentle smile glad that the woman did not dislike her, “It’s nice to have a friend here though even if you are just nice to me for what you hope I give him. I won’t tolerate him hitting me however. That is simply not alright.” She brought her hand up to her face where he had slapped her, “And I hate being called sweetie. He could pick something else and I would tolerate it but Sweetie?” She stood then looking back at the manor, “Do you think he is still at the pool? Or better yet do you think if I talk instead of tell he might at least listen to how I want to be treated?”
 
The woman smiled, "Sweetie, I am the result of billions of dollars and alot of hard work, I'm almsot two hudred years old, and yet I still look twenty, I can lift a sports car with my bare hands, I know dozens of mrtial arts forms, I am the most deadly woman you'll ever eet I have nothing to be ashamed of because my skin is my skin, anyone who doesn't like won't dare say a word to be about it, and Thoas is right I coudl kill him with a bra wire."

Sititg down she though for a bti saying, "Thomas hasn't had many strong leaders in hsi life, his morality is live fast die young, he does't liek rules or limits hell when he was a kid he emptied a .45 clip into me when I sent hi to bed without desert."

She sighed, "But I think it's worth a shot, and he'll just come up with something worse, it's how he keeps control of a situation."
 
“Well I am not one to be controlled. I think I will give it a try any way. Not that I think there is much sense in talking with someone so unreasonable.” Then she looked at her pursing her lips, “Why is he so afraid of you all trying to kill him? Would you? I mean you raised him and he freed the bimbos so why would they have anything but care and compassion for him?” She sighed then shrugged, “I guess it doesn’t matter. Hell if you are 200 not and look as good as you do you might just see my great great grand kids have kids.” Then she paused pain showing on her face. “Not that I am likely to have any.”

Her bare feet padded up the steps back into the house going back to the pool, “You still in here? Well any way can we talk? You know in a serious setting where you can keep your hands to yourself?” Tara came to sit dangling her legs into the pool where she had left the drink no more than ten minutes prior.
 
The maid looked at her, "Thoms was trained to be the ultimate soldier, when he was about 7 his father gave him a Puppy telling him it wouldbe his only friend, and he should love it and care for it, then when he was 9 he was told to kill the puppy or he would be starved to death, thomas held on for twelve days before he finally coceded ad broke the puppy's neck."

The woman sighed gently as she said, "That pounded home a lesso Thomas was already learning, a lesson all soldiers lern, that sometimes it may be an enemy combatant you il, but other times it may be aa friend, loved one, Thomas isn't above seducing a target to put a round in their skull, and he knows any of the women here may do the sae if a forer Russian spy was offered a way back in all she had to do was kill him, he knows she would."


She dded, "Not to mention subliminal programming, a girl that was abotu eight tried to suicide bomb him a few months back in Africa, she worked at the hotel we were staying at Thomas liked her saw her as a kid he'd always wanted, then she walked towards him a sleeper agent brain washed the signs of torture were hidden he pulled a desert eagle and blew her brains out, saved fifty lives but he still carries the sin, sometimes I think the sins are all the keep him from snapping like an over stressed branch."

Thomas smirked, "I'm sorry sweetie, but drama isn't that serious to me, I mean you take out a hundred pound bomb in thirty seconds, or drop a charging tiger with a 9mm and normal every day stuff just isn't that stressful."
 
“Shut up you stupid bastard.” She dove into the pool and before he could say anything else she had her knees against his ribs and her hand pushing up on his shoulders so that her face, despite the usual height difference was close to his and she pressed her lips to his. IT was unclear if the moisture on her face was strictly from the water in the pool or if they were tears she shed for the pain he had suffered. She had never kissed a man before and surely had never been the one she envisioned initiating such a movement with this man most especially. Yet there were her lips, full and soft pressed to his in a truly heart felt moment.

If he did not push her away she would hold herself on him like that for a long while before she did more than look down into his eyes, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry about all you have suffered but damn it I am going to be your wife. Let me learn to love you, let me teach you how to love as was so taken from you. I will be faithful and kind if you will only let me and now that I understand the girls a little better I don’t even dislike them. I just want …” Now it was clear that tears were coming down her face, “You said for me to live my life as I choose well here it is. I want to be needed for more than my fortune and my body. I want to be loved like no woman alive has ever been and I want to love until every time I look into my husband’s eyes my knees buckle and my heart breaks.” She let herself down moving to the edge where she could pull herself back up unsure of what he would say or do now.
 
Thomas was midly surprised by the kiss. He knew as it proceded that she was shy and not particularly skilled. he rubbed her tongue hard with his, deepening the kiss and showing her the bonus of being a bit of a man slut. His tongue exsploring her mouth and hitting all the right places to stain her panties and make her toes curl. he knew air was an issue for her when she finally pulled away.

Kissing her on the forehead he said, "I haven't really suffered that much, it was my life so I don't have anything to compare it to it was my life, and I like your offer, I really do, but I'm a bit scared I may be too much for you."

He wiped the teaars from her eyes saying, "I'll try to be what you want sexy tht's all I can say."
 
"You could start by calling me Tara more than you call me anything else." Her face was red and she averted her gaze shyly given the way he had just kissed her but she continued, "Also please do not hit me." She managed a glance at him nipping her bottom lip.
"What should I call you? Tom? Thomas? I guess that should have been in our first conversation but seeing how things were I kind of had a panick attack."

Then she gave a shy grin, "i am afraid with how tall you are I will be less likely to kiss you often by the way." Her words implied clearly that she had in fact enjoyed the kiss.
 
He chuckled lightly, "Thomas is fine sweety, and their are certain bonuses to being smaller."

He pulled her in for another kiss. This onne had double the skill of the previous, however when air became an issue for her, he moved his lips to her neck. Nibbeling, licking and sucking the sensitive flesh their. The skill he was useing should feel illegal it was so good. Every sensitive spot he hit he seemed determined to make her need to change her bottoms.
 
Her body froze and fear filled her, " Stop. I am not some bimbo you can grope and grab. Try being gentle with me and for gods sake take it slow. I will be untouched until I am marrief and that is a year away." She pulled away from him moving towards the glass doors, "goodnight thomas."
 
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