Wicked Game [Sebastian&SHARPii]

[Malicious Lullaby]

The song was playing in her car as she drove home. HIM was an amazing band and Ville Valo and his gorgeous voice was almost too sexy for her to handle sometimes but he was up there on the list of most desirable.
The night thrust upon her randomly. One moment, she was going to work with multiple reservations as always, not usually always looking forward to it and all, and the next, it was night time. It was time for her to go home and just repeat the hectic process all over again.

Delilah, Lila for short, was the assistant of a top lawyer at a firm called Watson and Craig. She wasn't the assistant of one of the partners but the lawyer she worked for was pretty up there, one of the top lawyers in that firm and he was also up for partner too. If that happened and he was promoted, she'd get a raise and she was actually looking forward to that. She loved her job, no doubt but it was hectic, a lot hectic than she expected since she was basically at his constant beck and call as far as the cases went but it's actually what she was great at. Staying behind the scenes and being as abrasive as she possibly had to when the situation demanded for it. Otherwise, Lila relished in her station behind her desk, glued to her computer for she did a lot of research, more than anything. Plus, it also helped that her boss wasn't an asshole but knew a certain bedside manner, well enough that she didn't want to huddle up in a corner and cry because he barked at her one day.

Suffice to say, he barked at her often but because she knew a more personal side of him, it didn't faze her anymore. Lila wasn't anything more to her boss than an assistant during work and a good friend outside of it. Nothing more and they often went to get drinks together after a rough day or night but it never went beyond that. That night however, she wanted nothing more than to get home and go to bed. It was nearly ten. It was one of those nights where she intended to skip dinner and simply retire. Long, long day.

Upon arriving to her comfortable one bedroom apartment, Lila took herself out of her car, more like dragged herself out, the tiredness looming over her. A hand came up to sweep through her long blonde wavy hair as she grabbed her bags out of the backseat of her hatchback. Shutting all the doors, shutting the driver's door with her hip, she locked it and proceeded up the stairs to the second level of the apartment building. Her apartment was the first door on the left after ascending the stairs.

Immediately as she walked into her home, she was greeted with the wonderful feeling of being home. She put her messenger bag down as well as her computer bag, but didn't bother unpacking. Lila made a beeline straight to her room which was adjoined to her bathroom. Turning the light on, she took her black blazer jacket off and placed it on the door knob, proceeding to strip herself of her clothes. That day she wore a simple skirt-suit, black in color with a satin white blouse. The skirt was a short pencil skirt which seemed to accentuate her slim curves and also show off the beautiful long legs she did possess. She kicked her feet out of the heels and sat down on her bed, her blouse open, the hem pulled out of her skirt and she let out a soft sigh, massaging her feet. "Whoever invented heels, hated feet and wanted them to die..." She murmured to herself, something she found herself saying every night, yet every morning, she always wore heels to work.

It was so tempting to just lay back, stretch and relax her back and fall asleep but she had to do her nightly routine. Brush her teeth, wash her face, take off her make up and take her contacts out, as well as change into her bed time clothes. Standing and letting out a small groan, she walked to her bathroom, switching the light on and proceeded with her bed time routine.

By the time she finished, her hair was now tied up in a messy bun, her teeth clean and fresh, glasses on her face rather than her contacts and even without make up, her face was flawless and so smooth, as was every other part of her skin on her body. Wearing an orange tank top with black boxer shorts, she walked out of her room and went into the kitchen and made herself some tea. As much as she wanted to just sleep, she needed tea. Her voice felt a little hoarse after the argument she got into with her boss, earlier that day, which also added to why she was so tired. While she came off as timid and reserved, when it came to her job, she was the exact opposite.

The light switch flicked and light washed over into the kitchen as she grabbed a pot and filled with water. Turning the gas onto medium-high, she leaned back against the counter, waiting for it to come to a boil. A small yawn came from and her arms crossed over her chest, her head tilting back and her eyes closing briefly. "What a day..."

 

[Sebastian]

His elbow was starting to get uncomfortable with the way he was leaning on it. Resting on the passenger seat he was using his arm to raise himself up so he could look over the dash of his car – so he could watch without being seen. The vehicle had pulled up while he had been wiping his own down, getting rid of any prints. The red Sunfire he had was a good car – a strong motor for it's older model but he had had it for too long already. He needed to switch out cars every couple days, while it did leave a small trail it was harder for the cops to keep up to him if they had no idea what type of vehicle he had.

If the cops were even chasing him. He'd only had a warrant out on his name for drug possession with the intent to sell. Jericho wasn't going to take the risk though, if he was ever brought into a jail, his DNA taken he knew he would raise red flags. That girl in California, he knew he had left evidence there. Too much emotion, the little bitch had brought up too many bad memories. While it was a nuisance having to go on the run again it was nothing new. Jericho had spent most of his teens and a good number of years in his twenties on the run. Hiding and escaping the cops was easy. Unless he was forced out of the rigorous exercise of hiding in shady motels and shitty cars. Forced out by pretty girls like the one pulling groceries out of the back of her little hatchback.

It had been complete coincidence that he had chosen this parkade to dump the car, then even more coincidence that she had pulled into the stall just ahead of him. Except Jericho didn't believe in coincidences. He didn't believe in much other than his instincts, and those were flaring up as he watched her bend over to take the groceries from the back of her car, and the way she shut the driver's door. Uumph! She looked older than what he normally went for, but still young enough to have fully captured his attention. He didn't need much justification – he was dumping a car so he needed a new one, and she had they keys to a nice little hatchback.

He watched as she disappeared up the stairs, heading towards her apartment. He wasn't concerned about following her; he knew where she was going. She had parked in one of the owned stalls, which listed the apartment number. He had the necessary tools to do what needed to be done from there. Once he was alone again he got back to work. Wiping down the steering wheel, dash, radio, gearshift and anything else he had touching in the car in the past five days. Checking over everything again he got out, locking the car then tossing the key into a water drain behind where he had parked. He then wiped the handle of the door before hitching his army duffel bag over his shoulder then walking over towards the woman's car. He curiously glanced inside, but saw nothing of interest, before he looked at the sign, easily memorizing the number of her apartment. He then went towards the stairs, following the path she had taken about ten minutes before.

From there it really wasn't hard to find her apartment. The first door he came across. The hallway was empty, so he leaned forward, pressing his ear to the door. Of course he couldn't hear anything but he listened for a couple moments anyway. Satisfied he took his wallet out of his back pocket and slid out the lock pick he kept there. With quick efficiency he worked on her deadbolt, unlocking it. Testing the door it opened silently, no squeaking. The building was of good quality. Stepping inside there was no one around, but there was a light off to the left. Closing the door quietly he locked it again, this time putting the chain in place. He then went deeper into the house, exploring off to the right. His feet moving him silently – this wasn't the first time he had explored an occupied house.

The layout was simple. He easily found a bedroom with an attached bedroom. Logic would dictate that the light he had seen was from the kitchen, and likely there was a living room on that side as well. Standing in the dark bedroom – he never had had trouble traversing in the dark he took the duffel bag from his shoulder and set it on the ground. Pulling the zipper slowly so it was silent he looked inside. On top was a simple handgun and a simple dagger. He chose the dagger. While guns were scary, people reacted to blades much more nicely. Zipping the duffel bag back up he pushed it under the bed. If things didn't work out and he had to leave in a rush he didn't want her to find it. He would just have to come back in a couple days to retrieve it.

Calmly he walked back down the hallway, and turned the corner into the kitchen at the same time that a boiling kettle began to scream. His blue eyes instantly found the blonde who had caught his attention and as expected she was alone. She had also changed out of her business attire, now wearing extremely casual clothing. Jericho wasn't sure if he liked that better or not. Hair in a bun, glasses on her face now – she was still very pretty up close. Before she could react to either the kettle, or Jericho suddenly appearing he rushed forward, pressing the blade of the dagger against her throat, keeping her leaning against the counter. Taking his eyes off of her he grabbed the kettle, pulling it off the stove to stop it's annoying screeching. He then looked the woman in the eyes. “If you start screaming I'm going to dump this water on you, and give you a real reason to scream. Now be a good girl and go sit at the dining table. Are you expecting any company tonight at all, and do you have any pets, and how many phones are in the apartment?” This was hardly his first home invasion. He needed to get the important topics out of the way, before he started having his fun. Assuming she was cooperative he would back away with the dagger slightly, to give her room to move as he commanded. The kettle of boiling water still in his hand.

 

[Malicious Lullaby]

Her mind had wandered to absolutely nothing. She nearly fell asleep just right then and there. Her day had gone simply as so. Waking up at 4 AM to arrive at work by six, hand in the latest reports to her boss and await orders, she basically living on coffee. At around noon, the caffeine usually seemed to wear off but by then, she actually had eaten some real food as opposed to living on coffee for almost six hours. After lunch however, that's when she and her boss, Afton Cloverfeld, had gotten into a huge fight and given that she would fight to the death for her job--despite how exhausting it left her--it lasted for a long while. Many outside of his office could hear the yelling from them both through the thick walls and closed door. That's how bad it had gotten because he had nearly cost himself an entire case and tried to blame her for it. It was an in the moment kind of heated thing where he said stupid things and she didn't take any of it. Lila knew when to be abrasive, tenacious even, just like she knew when to simply give in. It ultimately came down to common sense, which the current event would seem to possess.

She was woken up almost immediately at the sound of the kettle's whistle but that's not entirely what made her open her eyes. Something cool and sharp pressed against her throat and that made her eyes shoot right open. She'd lower her chin but in doing so, if it was really a knife that was against her skin, she'd be in a lot of trouble, neither did she have a death wish. Swallowing hard, she could feel the blade when she did swallow, her eyes blinking and her arms falling to her side. She managed to lower her chin just a little bit but stopped when she really felt the sharp blade against her skin. Her body started to shake and she had the most tempting instinct to just scream. That didn't happen of course. Her voice seemed suddenly absent to her. It was then his voice came and it only scared her even more.

He had her at knife point but he was still threatening her with the kettle and a small whimper came from her. She swallowed hard again, feeling her heart begin to pound through her chest. "N-No, no and one." She didn't have a land line, just her cell phone which was in her room right now. Nodding her head briefly, she managed to slither away from him and his threatening hold, not trying anything. This was a moment of common sense. A man who was armed and quite possibly armed with something more than a knife and a kettle full of boiling water, it just made sense not to try anything and simply do as he said, especially when she was supposedly in the comfort of her own home, her safe haven. It was supposed to be at least.

Walking to the mahogany large table that would seat four fully and six tightly, she sat down in one of the chairs, namely facing him and she watched him. Her hands rested in her lap, clasped together, tightly even with her nails digging into her skin and her foot was bouncing. In fact, her entire body seemed to be shaking just because of how terrified she was. Who was he? Where did he come from? How did he get into her apartment? All those questions related to this unidentified stranger who posed an incredibly threat to her were surging through her head. Lila even feared to speak a single word to him, afraid of that knife being thrown at her throat in a nanosecond, before she would fully open her mouth or being doused in incredibly hot water. Neither of them seemed pleasant at all, for obvious reasons.

 

[Sebastian]

The pretty blonde answered his questions easily and efficiently enough. Before she had answered – before he had asked however she had let out a little whimper of fear. That simple sound awakened something in his chest. Butterflies others had called it. Excitement. This blonde woman feared him, her body wanted to let him know that. Fear was such a wonderful, wonderful thing. By her actions already Jericho knew he was going to be enjoying his time with the lady. No one was coming over, she had no pets and only one phone was in the apartment, presumably her cell phone since he didn't see a land line. Quickly looking her over he quickly assumed that she didn't have the cell on her. There was no viable place for her to be storing it on her body with what she was wearing.

Jericho himself was wearing a long-sleeved plaid shirt, a pair of jeans and dark brown hiking boots. The clothes were worn and looked slept in, but they were of good quality. At his order for her to sit at the table she managed a small, fearful nod before slowly sliding away and towards the table. Jericho let a small distance grow between them, him staying more in the kitchen as she seated herself at the table. Fearful blue eyes watching him, and for a couple silent moments he watched her. Once he was sure she wasn't trying anything fishy he set the kettle back on the stove – away from the burner that was still on so it wouldn't start screeching again.

“Stay put.” Jericho left, quickly exploring the rest of the apartment that he hadn't seen. Although he was good at walking through the dark he liked to know the area he was in. Especially when the wild care of one scared blonde girl was added to the mix. He was quick however, looking over the rest of the apartment then returning to the dining room before she could build up any sense of courage. Once again Jericho silently studied her for a few moments, the butterflies growing in his stomach.

“Let your hair hang loose, and take the glasses off.” While she wore the glasses well, he'd prefer her to be wearing proper librarian attire to better match them, as for the hair; well he always liked it when a woman wore it loosely and long. “Then stand up, pull your clothes nice and tight and spin around slowly. Let me get a good look at you.” He could have her strip outright, but that was never fun. He liked to play with his pets while they wore clothes. Hopefully she had a nice selection, while she wore the pajama's nicely they were rather plain. “What's your name? Why are you here alone? Surely a pretty girl like you has a man looking after her.” She was slightly older than the teens he enjoyed, and woman her age usually had settled down with a fiance if not outright married. Speaking of age, “And how old are you?” He held the knife at his side, but by the way he stood it was clear he was ready to pounce should she give him reason too. His size alone would be intimidating to the girl, but he had been told he had a very scary glare as well.

 

[Malicious Lullaby]

Lila hardly made any motion that she would listen to staying put. She did of course, because she wasn't stupid. He was armed and clearly seemed to have a temper--then again what burglar wouldn't?--and if she prided herself in anything it was her common sense. Common sense said to meet his demands and do as he said. Even if it was so tempting to maybe make a run for the door, she knew better. At the age of twenty-two going onto twenty-three, being incredibly young still, it didn't sit well with her to die so young and she was a thin young woman. She'd probably bleed right out and so immediately. It was not an experiment she was willing to toy with. All tiredness that had overwhelmed her of her entire day disappeared immediately. She never felt so awake like she did right then and there.

He came back. She swallowed hard, feeling her nails really dig into the back of her hands even more, as if almost capable of drawing blood. Perhaps she was too conscious about that and suddenly loosened her grip. His eyes on her, studying her, was rather disconcerting. She didn't like the feeling it produced inside of her but nonetheless, she said not a word. Her eyes widened big enough at his new demands. It made her feel incredibly uncomfortable and very tempted to shake her head no, she still unable to find her voice. It was like he silenced her through fear. A knife to the throat would do that.
Slowly but surely, her hands managed to break from their bond. Her right hand came to up to grasp her glasses from the side, taking them off and placing them on the table. That same right hand came up to pull the hair tie out of her hair, releasing and freeing her golden blonde locks, letting it cascade freely around her thin frame, the length of her hair curling over her breasts. That was the front length of it anyways. The back length was long, reaching almost down to the middle of her back, right before it would reach to the small of it. Lila was fond of layers. She gulped slightly audibly, barely able to gauge any feeling almost in her legs. What he was asking was shocking, insulting even but she'd have to be a damn fool to not comply. He was still holding that knife. As long as he was, it made sense to simply humor him, even if it was embarrassing for her.

Without her glasses, Lila wasn't blind. She never was to begin with, just being incredibly near-sighted. It was one thing to be able to see people from afar but she could hardly make out text if it was more than twelve feet away from her. From where she was now standing at the table, she saw the labels of her teas on the counter in the kitchen; she couldn't read what they say, even if she knew what they said already. That was the depravity of her vision, otherwise it was relatively good. She could still see him, that's for sure.

Looking down at herself, she bit her lower lip. The clothes were pretty snug as it is. It was clear she was no longer wearing a bra as her orange tank top was pretty conforming to her body, but the boxers were not. Stepping away from the chair, she did her best to pull her boxers tight before slowly turning, making sure to stick with the slowly and not mess it up to give that knife a new resting place somewhere painfully on her body. When she finished the turn and was once again facing him, her hands let go of her boxers and they clasped together tightly in front of her, her stance a little bit weak since she was scared out of her mind. Looking down, she fumbled with her hands, biting her lower lip hard before looking up at him again. "Um...my name is Delilah Hart. I uh...don't have a boyfriend or anyone of that sort, but thank you for the cheap reminder." Her voice was laced with a bit of resentment, however that was just from her sheer annoyance, as her own mother constantly prodded her for not having a boyfriend, given she was almost twenty-three. For the longest time since she'd been working for Afton since she graduated from college, her mother thought she and him were involved. There's no telling how many times Lila had to tell the woman that nothing was going on between them. It was both embarrassing and frustrating, but her current situation seemed to take the cake.

What was he trying to do? Degrade her until she was nothing but a bit of a shell of her former existence? Well hew as doing a great job because she felt inadequate. She was twenty-two, single and worked a hectic 6 AM-6PM job--usually. Sighing heavily, she bit her lower lip again before looking at him with as bold of a stare as she could in her current fear before speaking, "Twenty-two."
It was obvious, the effect his stance and mere presence alone that he had on her. She was terrified out of her mind but was trying for the courageous approach though she even she knew that was dwindling. Outside of the office, she was a bit of an introvert, sticking to herself usually and not doing well in a social atmosphere unless her job required her to.

 

[Sebastian]

Jericho had never considered himself an angry man. He could see how other would think he was – people often responded to threats made of anger and when you were threatening a person they rarely noticed if that anger was feigned or not. As it was, invading this woman's house, commanding her to stay put while he explored the rest of the apartment he was quite calm. Sure there were butterflies within him at the excitement to come but he was levelheaded and calm. That's what made him so dangerous; he didn't let his emotions get the better of him. Not anymore, at least.

After returning from checking out her apartment he found the blonde still seated where he had left her. He noticed her swallow when he entered her vision. While he was completely levelheaded and calm he could also become incredibly focused when he found such pretty prey. He'd notice every tiny motion she made, every bead of sweat on her forehead. He lived on her fear and discomfort just as much as he would eventually enjoy physical charms. He gave her a small list of orders and a small, satisfied smirk formed on his lips as her eyes widened. He waited like that, smirk on his lips as he simply watched her as she thought over the commands. He could see the internal battle raging within her, he could see that her fear over him was easily overwhelming her sense to fight back. What a wonderful prize he had found this night.

Slowly she began to do as instructed, her hands having to force themselves to separate so the one could rise and slide her glasses off. After setting them on the table she removed the tie that was holding her hair up, which allowed her long blonde locks to fall about her chest and back. He liked long hair – it was easier to grip onto and a lady such as herself wore it well. She still had his next, even more embarrassing commands to follow. He easily noticed the way she bit her bottom lip while her eyes studied the scant clothes she was wearing. She then stood up, stepping away from the chair, her dainty hands gripping at the boxer shorts and pulling them even tighter against herself. She then slowly moved her body around in a circle, Jericho's eyes greedily looking over her slim, petite, wonderful body. With the way she was pulling her short tight he got a nice look at the curves of her ass. The little show ended all too soon and she was facing him once more – not that her front side was bad to admire either as she answered his questions.

He waited for her to answer all of his questions, easily picking up the resentment when she told him that she was single – as if he had broke into her house just to shove that into her face. He also caught the bold stare she gave him, or the attempt at a bold stare before telling him her age. Younger than he had first assumed; but then he always judged girls to be older than they really were. “Now, now Delilah. I'm not liking that tone in your voice.” He stepped forward, raising his hand with the dagger she he could use it to gently tap her cheek with the flat side of the blade. “It does make me wonder though -” His eyes slide down from her face so he could look over her body again; with him now standing barely a foot away he had a nice view down her shirt before his eyes rose up again to meet with hers. “- How long have you been alone? How long has it been since you had a man to take of this fine body?” He gently moved the dagger against her cheek, silently threatening her. Before she could answer his question however he spoke again, this time with more authority in his voice over curiosity.

“I don't like the underwear you're wearing, you'll have to be punished for that. First though, turn around and bend over the table. Arch your back inwards and pop out your ass.” He liked to do that; punish girls for completely insane reasons, not to mention make them flaunt their petite bodies. “Keep your eyes on me over your shoulder, and while wiggling your pretty little behind I want you to slowly remove the shorts. Apologize for wearing such ugly clothing, then describe to me three pairs of more feminine panties you could put on for my pleasure. Then beg me for permission to put a pair on.” She would be dressing and undressing several times throughout the night – it was a kink of his forcing a girl to wear clothes and strip out of them for his pleasure.

 

[Malicious Lullaby]

It all felt so demeaning and degrading, like she was on display for him to simply gawk at like she was a piece of meat and nothing more. She never felt so low—or terrified—until now. The courage wasn’t picking up and that was probably a good thing otherwise she’d be making the foolish decision to make a run right passed him and to the door, knowing full well the place his knife would be lodged into if she tried. That thought alone was enough for her to simply convey attitude through her tone, rather than actually doing anything. It was easier too though a part of her knew it was as foolish to have spoken to him the way she did. Well the way she was currently justifying it in her head was he just had to remind her of her single status which she honestly hated.

Truth was, she had no idea why she was single. It’s not like she was conceited to think she should be with someone. No, it was a matter of truly not knowing but truthfully, her mind hadn’t been on it. She was too engrossed in work to give her attention to someone fully to be able to be in a relationship. She didn’t have time, she was kind of addicted to her job even though it exhausted her and she never felt bad about that until he seemed to remind her all to well just how single she was. That a girl like her shouldn’t be single but with someone? She didn’t think about it, it wasn’t fair, she realized this now and that comment wasn’t taken lightly by her, obviously.

Unfortunately for her, he didn’t take well to her tone, making a point to further send her into her terrified state of being at the moment. Her eyes widened in response to his step towards her, but ultimately, her breathing hitched feeling the cool blade along her cheek, her eyes casting to the side as if trying to watch it—like it would help. Even she knew she wouldn’t be able to do much if he decided to turn it so the sharpness of the blade was pressed to her cheek, with an intention to slice it. It was enough to motivate her not to cross this clearly angry and scary man. Her fear took away from the fact he wasn’t some creepy-creeper looking man either but she couldn’t see beyond the fact he was frequently keeping her at knife point.

Looking at him warily, she was about ready to answer him, having the perfect answer to it, as if wanting to warn him that it was her decision and she should not be feeling bad about it by him but she didn’t get that chance. He proceeded to spew out more orders, all of which left her eyes widened so big that her jaw was also on the floor. “E-Excuse me?” She was astounded and if not more, insulted than ever. “Why? What are you? Some sick bastard?” She muttered with absolute disdain in her voice, looking away from him. “Just because I’m single doesn’t mean I’ll give into you. I’m not desperate.” She breathed. It was clear, even as she spoke that she was scared, even more so now since she spoke all of that because all of her refusals could be warranted justly for him to kill her right then and there. Even if she was held at knife point, she couldn’t do that.

What self-respecting moral citizen would abide by those list of demands? That knife in her stomach looked better than what he had in mind. “What do you want from me? Why do you want whatever it is from me?” She gulped.

 

[Sebastian]

Jericho gave the pretty blonde a set of commands – commands that he was very interested in watching her obey. It seemed that she wanted to test his anger however; instead of obeying as she should she questioned him. Her bright, blue eyes were very wide as she asked him to excuse her. Continuing on she asked why, was he a sick bastard? Despite her lack of obedience a smile formed on his lips while she continued to speak. She spoke as if he was there because she was single. While it was a large bonus, her marital status was hardly the reason he was standing before her with a knife against her cheek. She then asked what he wanted from her. Jericho thought that would have been rather obvious at this point. But then again; few people understood why he did what he did.

Once she finished he silently stared into her wide eyes for a few moments; hoping that she would be able to feel the anger he was attempting to give off. Then without any sign of warning his free hand rose up and gripped onto her slim throat. He easily lifted her petite form up off the ground, his other hand keeping the blade of the knife against her soft cheek. He kept her bottom pressed against the edge of her dining table, giving her a little leverage, and thus some room to allow her to breath through his tight grip.

“You got it right.” He moved his face closer to her own, his eyes still looking into hers. “I am a sick bastard. As for what I want..” He tilted his eyes away from hers, his tongue coming out to run along her cheek opposite of where he held the knife against her. Once his tongue came off of her, leaving a nice trail of saliva along her cheek his eyes looked back into her own. “I'm sure you can figure that out on your own.”

He lowered her back onto the ground, letting her feet fall flat but he kept a tight grip on her throat without restricting any airflow. “Now, for your disobedience, you will be punished.” He trailed off, letting the girl's imagination work in his favour as he stared her in the eyes. “We'll get to that in a moment. For now, I'll make things much easier for you.” Letting go of her throat, he instead snatched her right wrist. He yanked it up in front of the two of them but slightly off to the side. Removing the knife from her cheek he instead pressed the sharp edge of the blade against the pinky finger of her right hand.

“I want you to nice and slowly pull your tits out of the top of your shirt, one at a time. After each one is out you are going to describe to me a single pair of panties you can put on for my viewing pleasure. If you don't cooperate I am going to cut your little finger off, one knuckle at a time. You may begin.” With him standing this close to her he towered over her, and hopefully that along with the intensity in his eyes was enough to finally make her completely compliant.

((Sorry for the crappy post. Still trying to get back into the swing of things.))

 

[Malicious Lullaby]

It took her a while to realize that he had started smiling and despite the fact he was basically some crazy psychopath who would probably take pleasure in cutting her body up into bits and then do whatever with the remains or the blood, he was really hot. Even with the way he looked and how sinister he came off to her, he was really hot. And this hit her as soon as she stopped talking, to actually realize he was smiling. It unhinged her and for some stupid reason, she actually thought that things would be okay. For some deluded reason, she thought he was going to just let her go, grab his shit and stalk out and never bother again, never remember where she lived. But no, because this wasn’t some fantasy world where the things she made up in her mind actually happened. Because this was reality and in reality, when a guy was spouting off a list of demands with a knife held to your life, you do it, no matter how degrading or demeaning. She learned that, the hard way.

A gasp came from Lila as his large and firm hand seized around her throat and her already so big blue eyes widened. Holy shi—I’m going to die. She gulped with difficulty as his hand was clasped on her throat but he wasn’t choking. It was just kind of that authoritative hold that definitely made all her inhibitions go away and if he let her go and she was still alive, she’d more than happily do whatever he wanted.

If it was possible, Lila’s eyes widened even more upon feeling his tongue along her cheek. They widened at first but soon her eyes fluttered half way closed. That was the most action I’ve had in a good year or two. Please do it again… She was more than astounded by her own thoughts but thankful he wasn’t a mind-reader. It was possibly clearly evident on her face but she was a bit preoccupied at the moment, for even as he was silently threatening her and also possibly seducing her at the same time, he was still threatening her by keeping that knife at bay and that’s why she hadn’t completely given in. She wanted to. If it meant he’d lick her like that again. Huminah. Huminah. Huminah.

She was suspended a little bit but her bottom was against the table for a bit of an anchor. This entire situation was something out of a kinky fuckery movie and despite the fact she was irrevocably terrified, from that lick alone, she was also a little bit excited. Only very a little bit but she was suddenly very interested in giving into this man.
This was made clear with his most newest command and his threat which wasn’t so silent. He was going to cut her finger off, one knuckle at a time. It made her cringe and then also whimper and she bit her lower lip hard in her nerves, unable to take her eyes off of his and also to make sure that the knife he held to her pinkie now, didn’t go any closer.

Gulping audibly, her free hand shakily moved from her side and up her front, shaky and ungraceful fingers slowly and as nicely as she could manage, pulling her breasts out from the top. It was a bit of strain since it was only with one hand and she wasn’t even looking down. She was looking at him, her gaze held in his or she holding his gaze as well as keeping an eye on that knife that did not come closer to her finger. It took a moment, and he did say slowly but one by one, she pulled her breasts out the top of her orange tank top. First her right breast and her left breast and as her fingers brushed over her right nipple, she was stunned to find how erect it was. She wasn’t unnaturally busty. She had an adequate chest enough for a girl of her size and proportion and they seemed to work to her ability—when she was younger, not so much now, though right now he seemed to enjoy it. He seemed to want her. That kind of made her feel good that she wasn’t a 22-year old spinster in the making. She was still desirable? Am I?

For a moment she forgot the other set of demands as her hand fell back down her side. Staring into his eyes, her lips parted and her voice found her again, despite her quickened breathing due to her nerves. “I-I have these lace panties. I think I have them in black, light blue and orange. But they’re called cheekies. They do something to shape a woman’s bottom, more than a thong. They’re tasteful and elegant, in my opinion. I have them.” She almost whispered now. “They’re in my room. In the second drawer of my dresser.” She breathed.

“But um…I feel obligated to tell you that I am wearing panties under these boxer shorts. Bikini cut, black in color, 100% cotton.” Simple panties that were so comfortable. She wasn’t too proud in the choice now, given her current situation but with the way he had her like this, she would just about answer him anything, do anything and look like anything. If it meant keeping all her fingers and that knife not lodged in her stomach. It wouldn’t be better than being naked for him. Because he just made it so real.

“Does that information please you?”

 

[Sebastian]

A gasp came from the girl's throat when his hand gripped onto it; a pretty sound made all the sweeter from the large, fearful blue eyes she stared at him with. After he gave her face a lick and his eyes looked upon her again he noticed that those pretty eyes were no longer large and fearful. She almost looked content, satisfied. It would almost seem that Jericho wasn't the only pervert in the apartment. \as he gave her another command, and the very real threat of removing her little finger however, the whimper she let out showed that she was still the lovely, scared little pet he had found. She was also biting her bottom lip, raising her lovely sex appeal that much higher. Jericho couldn't help but to give his own lips a little lick as her free hand began to shakily rise up between them.

While she kept her eyes locked onto his own, Jericho let his eyes slide lower, to watch what her dainty hand was revealing. He had told her to pull them out slowly and she did so, first her right breast, the nipple already incredibly hard, despite having received no stimulation so far. Soon enough she pulled out her left breast. While perky already, both firm mounds were held up by her tight tank top that she still mostly wore. Jericho made no attempt to hide the fact that he was admiring her breasts as her hand fell to her side and she finally spoke what he had commanded.

First she explained that she had three pairs of the same panties in different colours, even going so far to tell him where they where located in her home. She then went on, saying she felt obligated to tell him that she was wearing another pair of panties under the boxer shorts she wore. While what she described was simple, they would fit her much better than what she was wearing at the moment. She finished by asking if that information pleased him.

“No. I am not pleased.” Despite his words Jericho let go of her wrist, letting his own hands drop to his sides as his blue eyes once more looked over her wonderful body. Silently he took a step back, in order to get a better look. “I will give you one more chance to please me with information. Tell me of every sexual position you have put your body in. I want to know all the intimate details of where you have been touched, and what your thoughts on that it. While you tell me I want you to give me a show. Strip off that top completely, and the boxer shorts, then show off the panties your wearing. Keep your eyes on me at all times, and finish bent over the table, giving me access to your ass. Once your finished politely ask me to ravage me until you can no longer walk; but say it in a much more dirty way.” As he finished speaking a smile was once more on his lips as he admired her body, waiting for her to comply.

((Bleh, short ))

 

[Malicious Lullaby]

Her blue eyes blinked. He was not pleased? She almost didn’t understand this. Naturally of course, it’s not like Lila thought of herself as some hot slice that could sway a twisted pervert like him with his demands being fulfilled just like that but she’d like to think that the fact she gave into them, even offering extra information was enough to tempt him to not want to cut her finger off. Perhaps it was as he finally let go of her wrist and she was then convinced that the fact she complied so willingly, despite the fact she was embarrassed out of her mind for standing before him in this way—topless and practically exploiting the very details of her panties and what lay beneath her boxers—but pleased him in some way. Otherwise he would not have let her go like this and her fingers would still be up for grabs, or in this case, up for cutting off. The thought of not having all ten fingers horrified her but she didn’t let it show. Lila was far too busy with her current situation and his next set of demands. This was to make up for the fact she didn’t comply the first time, hence the more forward and scarier threat to make her oblige.

Her reaction to his new set of demands? Her jaw had dropped and she gaped at him like he had to be kidding. Though given the fact that he was still holding that knife and made it quite clear that probably didn’t joke often—not about this—she wasn’t going to try and deny him this. If this meant keeping herself alive and just letting him make a stop on his journey to wherever he was intended, then she’d give in. Death by some psycho, twisted, perverted hot guy was not the way she wanted to go, even if he may or may not finally end her dry spell.

It took her a good minute or two. Lila was just staring at him, slowly picking her jaw up from the floor. Her hands remained at her sides until they were the first to move but they just clasped together and her head tilted downwards. She swallowed hard, her eyes very much widened even as she stared at the ground—at his clad feet—and her heart was pounding rapidly through her chest that she could even hear and feel the vibrations of her pulse in her head. It was terrifying, embarrassing but somewhere deep down she also knew this was so thrilling. Like any other woman, she had her wants, needs and desires and all three hadn’t been met for a long time. Granted she was a major workaholic and her job took up all of her time, hence her almost two year dry spell but even she could use a good romp in the sack. Despite he was clearly demented, he was hot and suddenly her mind was drifting to wonder just what he was packing beneath his clothes.

Lifting her chin, her blue eyes met his and she took in a deep breath before slowly exhaling. “I’ve only had sex in the missionary position and I’ve been on top once, riding the guy. Otherwise, he was always on top.” It wasn’t that she couldn’t remember. It was just that it had been such a long time that she couldn’t remember the eminent details but she’d try for the life of her and perhaps he just wouldn’t notice if she lied and given that it’s been a good four to five years since she had a boyfriend, almost two years since she had sex, she hoped she could make up for her lack of experience in anything other than vanilla flavored by her descriptive words. That perhaps that alone would be enough to appease him? No! You need to strip. Get to it. Hup hup! Right, she was supposed to be stripping as she talked. So that’s what she did, her hands unclasping and finding the hem of her tight orange tank top and pulling it up, revealing a soft and flat belly, her boxers hanging rather loosely and alluringly off of her hips like with no effort at all. As she raised her shirt more, the neck pulled from under her exposed breasts and soon she had pulled it off altogether. The moment her tank top made contact with the ground, her thumbs hooked into the waist band of said boxers and she gulped quietly before her lips parted and her saga continued as she very tantalizingly slowly shimmied out of her boxers.

“I was sixteen when I lost my virginity but it was awkward, though I had nothing to compare it to. He kissed me a lot but didn’t do much but just penetrate me. It was when I was eighteen that I had sex again after that with my first boyfriend. I rode him and his hands were very explorative.” At this point, she had stepped out of her boxers and kicked them aside, her hands resting on her hips where the rim of her black bikini cut cotton panties rested. “He touched me everywhere and I experienced my first orgasm with him.” She just hoped she was being as detailed as possible as he could like.

Now it was for the finish because that was basically her sexual history. She had one boyfriend in her entire life from senior year of high school to her junior year of college when they ended up breaking up mutually. He was the best she ever experienced in bed and often thought about it but she just never had time to get back into the sack. She wanted to and it was like something was taking over her as she ended her little ‘show’ at the edge of the table and bent over it. She looked back at him, connecting her eyes with his once more and she bit her lower lip, her hair falling over one shoulder completely. Her back arched inward and her bottom stuck out and her hands gripped the edge of her table with much anticipation and comfort, as if she was asking it for strength.

She’d never spoken dirty before. Then again, she never did a lot of stuff before. Her cheeks flushed as she thought of how to beg him to have her. She never begged before, no surprise and if she did this incorrectly or not dirty enough for him, how embarrassing would that be? Then again, how much more embarrassing could it be given how she was right now? Complying to his every demand because she was more terrified than the little bit of horny she already was.

“I…” She breathed, letting out a shaky breath. “I want you.” She bit her lower lip hard and her eyes left his and dropped to the table before reaching back on him, drinking in his entire appearance as if to try and derive some inspiration from his appearance alone. She got nothing. Lila shook a little bit, her fear becoming her. “Please, ravage me. Take me, show me what I’ve been missing and all over this table, right here, right now.” She couldn’t believe what she was saying but there was some truth in it. Her tongue came out to lick over her top lip in a subconsciously seductive way as her eyes danced over him. She wanted him, she was hungry for him and that was the scariest thing she felt right then and there, far more scary than the fact he had her at knife point not too long ago.

“Please?”

[you're fine. I'm obviously not having a hard time responding with how my lengths are xD]