Madam Mim
One Big Modern Mess
- Joined
- May 30, 2013
Erik's back hit the wall with a quiet 'oof' and for a moment he was disoriented and unsure where to put his priorities. "Darling your dreaaahhh...!" He gasped and his mouth dropped open as she sank to her knees and instantly took his entire length into her mouth. He couldn't stop staring into her eyes as those skillful lips wrapped around his cock...then she moaned. He bit his lip and leaned his head back against the wall in an effort not to make any noise. With a choked noise he gripped her hair at her scalp, holding her still as he came into her mouth. When he loosened his grip on her hair and she stood, his cock twitched in an exquisitely painful way as he watched Sam lick her lips then dab at them with a handkerchief. When she leaned in to kiss him Erik wrapped an arm around her waist, holding his body to her and kissing her hard.
"God I love you!" he whispered back. "You're bringing me dangerously close to saying 'to hell with the party.' But Professor Swift would call it dereliction of duty." Erik leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on her neck before situating himself and leaving just as Anne Marie raised her hand to knock again. She gave him a knowing smirk, but he found he didn't particularly care.
"Well, we simply cannot allow slacking in any areas of study, and that is one of the most important," Anne Marie returned with a smile and a wink. Sam imitated the speech of shallow high society well and when Anne Marie took her hands one could almost imagine they weren't rough from years of hard work. "Thank you, cherie. But never wish to be other than yourself, oui?"
"Whady'all reckon? Kin Ah pass fer a debutante?"
"And more," Madame LaMonte told her with confidence before steering her to the vanity. "Now the question is: whatever shall we do with your hair?"
Anne Marie had refused Algie's insistence that they cut Sam's hair, as was stylish at the moment. It was the one concession to her femininity the Ranger had always kept and she intended to keep it that way, to remind Sam that Samantha is always in there somewhere. Eventually she settled on an updo with a fashionable accessory that Anne Marie thought absolutely unnecessary in usual circumstances. But Sam was supposed to be a society lady, which meant being concerned with the latest trends; the dowager herself preferred a classic, timeless look over fads but she was also some decade Sam's senior. Once hair was done, then came makeup. Finally everything was done and Anne Marie smiled at her in the mirror before leading her downstairs.
"Gentlemen, allow me to present Miss Samantha Cavendish."
When Anne Marie lead Sam down the stairs even Kieran had to do a double-take. The Ranger was positively unrecognizable. Erik opened and closed his mouth wordlessly for a few moments before remembering his head and standing then hurrying to the stairs to offer her his arm. Suddenly all of the nervousness which had often hindered his easy conversation with society ladies came rushing back as he realized, not for the first time, that Sam was way out of his league. He swallowed hard.
"I ah...You-you look...um..." He swallowed again, her radiance making it hard to speak and the fact that she had chosen him making it impossible. He was overwhelmed with gratitude and disbelief.
"I think Rick means to say you look lovely, love," Kieran supplied, to which Erik nodded. The pirate stood and looked at the others. "Well, are we going or not?"
"God I love you!" he whispered back. "You're bringing me dangerously close to saying 'to hell with the party.' But Professor Swift would call it dereliction of duty." Erik leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on her neck before situating himself and leaving just as Anne Marie raised her hand to knock again. She gave him a knowing smirk, but he found he didn't particularly care.
"Well, we simply cannot allow slacking in any areas of study, and that is one of the most important," Anne Marie returned with a smile and a wink. Sam imitated the speech of shallow high society well and when Anne Marie took her hands one could almost imagine they weren't rough from years of hard work. "Thank you, cherie. But never wish to be other than yourself, oui?"
"Whady'all reckon? Kin Ah pass fer a debutante?"
"And more," Madame LaMonte told her with confidence before steering her to the vanity. "Now the question is: whatever shall we do with your hair?"
Anne Marie had refused Algie's insistence that they cut Sam's hair, as was stylish at the moment. It was the one concession to her femininity the Ranger had always kept and she intended to keep it that way, to remind Sam that Samantha is always in there somewhere. Eventually she settled on an updo with a fashionable accessory that Anne Marie thought absolutely unnecessary in usual circumstances. But Sam was supposed to be a society lady, which meant being concerned with the latest trends; the dowager herself preferred a classic, timeless look over fads but she was also some decade Sam's senior. Once hair was done, then came makeup. Finally everything was done and Anne Marie smiled at her in the mirror before leading her downstairs.
"Gentlemen, allow me to present Miss Samantha Cavendish."
When Anne Marie lead Sam down the stairs even Kieran had to do a double-take. The Ranger was positively unrecognizable. Erik opened and closed his mouth wordlessly for a few moments before remembering his head and standing then hurrying to the stairs to offer her his arm. Suddenly all of the nervousness which had often hindered his easy conversation with society ladies came rushing back as he realized, not for the first time, that Sam was way out of his league. He swallowed hard.
"I ah...You-you look...um..." He swallowed again, her radiance making it hard to speak and the fact that she had chosen him making it impossible. He was overwhelmed with gratitude and disbelief.
"I think Rick means to say you look lovely, love," Kieran supplied, to which Erik nodded. The pirate stood and looked at the others. "Well, are we going or not?"