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Post by Scarlett Booth on Jan 12, 2008 17:54:37 GMT -5
*She let him push her into the wall, keeping her eyes closed and going along with whatever he wanted her to do.*
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Post by Poison Ivy on Jan 12, 2008 17:56:02 GMT -5
((NOOO I'LL SAVE YOU!!! *gets stuck in plot* NOOO!!!!))
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Post by Valmont on Jan 12, 2008 23:51:31 GMT -5
*Valmont savored the fresh scent of her, his right hand rising to pull the pins from her strawberry hair. As it tumbled around her his fingers traced the neck of her dress, teasing the skin just beneath it.*
"Good girl," *he murmured.* "I promise you; it's much more fun than cleaning."
Pays better, too.
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Jan 13, 2008 15:32:39 GMT -5
*She opened her eyes hesitantly, meeting his gaze directly and slowly shaking her hair out, the light catching on her glittering red-gold curls.*
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Post by Valmont on Jan 14, 2008 10:27:51 GMT -5
*Valmont's pursed lips widened into a tight smile. She was playing along. How nice. He wouldn't be surprised if she ended up enjoying herself just a bit. Despite herself.
His fingers encircled her waist as he bent to kiss her again. If she turned her head again, he would counter her--and then he'd show her some kissing such as she'd never seen before.*
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Jan 14, 2008 15:03:13 GMT -5
*Naturally, she moved her head ever so slightly the the side, just enough for him to miss her lips.*
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Post by Valmont on Jan 15, 2008 12:12:18 GMT -5
*Now this was not acceptable.
Valmont had two choices: he could force her now, or cajole her into accepting his kisses. Leaving things as they were was not an option.
He pretended not to notice, to have always intended to revisit her delicate jaw, her neck, the lobe of her ear. But he turned them so that he could behind propelling her towards the bedroom and the large bed and down comforter there. He guided her backwards until her legs met the mattress, and she was forced to lay back.*
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Jan 15, 2008 18:51:51 GMT -5
*Her eyes widened slightly as she hit the mattress, but she somehow mnaged to keep herself there and not run for the door.*
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Post by Valmont on Jan 15, 2008 20:22:21 GMT -5
*Valmont hid his smile at her surprise. He leaned over her, kissing her neck avidly as his fingers crept beneath her skirts and skimmed her stockings.*
"Surely I can make you more comfortable? I promise you'll enjoy it."
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Jan 15, 2008 20:39:18 GMT -5
*She shut her eyes again, willing herself to stay calm and stay there, and nodded to him.*
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Post by Valmont on Jan 15, 2008 20:46:12 GMT -5
*Half the fun was in the challenge of the thing. Not just taking what you wanted, but making your partner, no matter how unwilling, want it too.
He'd never yet taken a girl unwillingly.
He slid down her form until he knelt beside the bed. His delicate hands traced their way up her legs to her garters, which he deftly undid without needing to look. He rolled her stockings down slowly, savoring the soft flesh as it was revealed. First one leg, then the other. Such delicate feet she had. He kissed her instep, then trailed kisses up her legs until his head was covered by her skirts. He stopped then, and rose, to concentrate instead on the buttons on the front of her dress.*
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Jan 15, 2008 20:53:19 GMT -5
*An unwilling shiver of pleasure passed through her, though she looked instantly horrified and tried to pull her face back to its impassive stare.*
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Post by Valmont on Jan 15, 2008 20:58:56 GMT -5
*Valmont pretended he hadn't noticed, and kept working at her buttons. If she wasn't going to help, well...
...There was time enough to train her up right.
He finished with the buttons and slid the dress from her, leaving her petticoats and corset. He planted soft kisses at the top of her breasts as he undid the laces, careful to brush her delicately as he did so. She could not help it, he knew. She would give in to pleasure such as she'd never known.*
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Jan 15, 2008 21:08:24 GMT -5
*Oh God. This was nothing like the hayloft. She was so totally screwed. In several ways, actually. What was she supposed to do? This was awful, but she had to- she had to do it- what if he didn't keep paying her because she was just sort of laying there, and then he got her fired from her hotel job? What was she supposed to do here? Oh God, she was totally out of her league. She had to react somehow, right? Biting her lip hard, she took a deep breath and then let herself shiver slightly each time his skin brushed hers.*
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Post by Valmont on Jan 15, 2008 21:12:57 GMT -5
*Valmont's lips curled into a smile as they rested against her skin. There it was. Inevitable. Like the tide.
Parting the edges of the corset, he peeled it away, then removed himself slightly to work at his own clothes. The work of mere seconds, and he was pulling down her petticoats to expose her in all her near-virginal glory.
She'd hardly be able to go back to her quickies with butlers and farmhands now.*
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