Isle De Soledad

[DarkEmpress]

OOC: This thread is closed for CGRaven and myself. We hope you will enjoy the journey with us.

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“Wait!” Saskia screamed as she ran along the short pier. The ferry was a good 100 metres away already and there was no way they could have heard her over the noise of the engines. She came to the end of the pier and threw her hands in the air, exasperated. It was the only way to get to the mainland … and the ferry was scheduled to return next week Friday only.

The wind was playfully blowing wisps of her long raven hair about her face as her violet blue depths followed the ferry that was rapidly disappearing into the mist. What am I going to do? The thought crossed her mind. She wrapped her arms around her slender form as she absently traced her hand through her hair to tuck the wayward strands behind her ear, her pale skin in sharp contrast to her dark hair.

Saskia had arrived earlier that morning to take water samples from four different locations around the small and secluded Island of Soledad. She worked for the Department of Waterworks and they were monitoring the water quality surrounding the mainland. Engrossed in what she was doing, Saskia was sidetracked by unusual plants she noted along the shore and landed up spending entirely too much time exploring it. She lost track of time and now had to deal with the consequences. She had the grand total of one small backpack in her possession that contained an extra set of clothes and her swimming gear … nothing more. The possibility of being stranded on the island for an entire week never even crossed her mind.

She absently fished her cell phone from her backpack and dialled a number. “David?” She said. “I have managed to miss my ferry …” she halted as he exploded with laughter on the other end.
“I have been telling you to take some leave, a bit of forced leave will do you no harm,” her boss said in a voice that dripped with mirth.
“Thank you for your support, David,” she said agitatedly.
“Will you be alright, or must I come fetch you?” he asked more seriously.
“I’ll be fine,” Saskia grimaced. “I saw a house up on a hill a bit earlier. I will try to organise something there, even if it is just for tonight. If I run into any trouble, I will let you know,” she said as they said goodbye and rang off.

Staring back at the horizon one last time, the ferry not in view anymore, Saskia turned and made her way back to the main road. It was a quick walk up to the house she noted earlier. It appeared to be forlorn and rundown. A thick mass of creepers covered a large part of the front façade of the building. She had to wonder who would want to live on a secluded island, completely cut off from civilisation … if there was even anyone there.

Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, she walked up to the front door. Lifting the heavy brass knocker, Saskia let it fall against the wooden door surface. An almost deafening ‘boom’ echoed through the building. She patiently waited, absently wondering to herself how long she should give for an answer. “Hello?” she asked tentatively.

To her surprise, she could hear scuffling on the other side of the door almost immediately. She vehemently hoped that whoever it was would be willing to help her for the night at least. If worse came to worst, she could always try to arrange someone to fetch her the following day. Stealing a glance over her shoulder at the ocean, her eyes widened as the mist descended on the island, engulfing it in its eerie white swirls. She knew there was no way that any seafaring vehicle would be allowed into that.

She sighed dejectedly as she turned in time to see the door open. A warm smile touched her lips as she tried to place a disarming look on her features … she was desperate.

[cgraven]

Raven's Gate Abbey had set on the crest of the little mound that dominated Isle De Soledad. The ancient Benedictine Abby had survived the onslaught of the Vikings but not those of the Reformation. For years it had laid deserted forgotten a pale crumbling shadow of its self a gaunt lifeless skull ensnared in creeping veins its windows lifeless eyes looking out over the Isle De Soledad. This was the tableau that presented it to the pale beauty with hair as dark and shimmering as the raven's wing. Yet outward appearances can be very deceiving for those towering Abbey windows where far from life less as a dark figure watched as. They studied the soft sensual curves of her youthful body and a smiled bowed those unseen lips even as he ran his fingers through his thinning ginger hair, Fire and Ice the thought seemed to amuse him.

The gargoyle head of the brass knocker Looked back at Saskia. Its voice seemed to echo hollowly in the cavernous depths that lay behind the iron bound oak door of what had been the Postern gate of Raven's Gate Abbey The girl's voice a soft seductive counter post as she called

“Hello?”

The trepidation in her voice was clear. The chill mist of the fog rolling in off the sea now hung heavy and cloaked the Isle in a grayish white shroud. Ghostly tendrils of mist seemed to reach out to caress Saskia's cheek.

"May I be of assistance Miss?"

Corbeau smiled as he opened the door and invited the dark haired beauty into Raven's Gate Abby. His tall figure wirery, his build compact. Dark piercing hazel eyes met her pale cool azure eyes with a steady appraising gaze both bold and innocent in its intensity. His ginger hair was touched with traces of sliver at the temples. He held the door open, yet little was seen of the building that lay beyond that oaken portal. Now a silence lingered between them this stranger seemed to hold her fate in his hands.

[DarkEmpress]

As the massive oaken door swung open, Saskia was struck by a solemn atmosphere that seemed to radiate from the building. For a moment a light frown furrowed her brow as she took a small step back inspecting the building more consciously. Her hands touched the cold surface of limestone, the unmistakable mason work speaking of a skill long forgotten. It will appear that what she thought was an oversized house, could be something entirely different.

An imposing gentleman stood in the doorway, his dark eyes surveying Saskia with a light of curiosity. He gestured for her to enter and she complied, feeling dwarfed next to his tall frame. "May I be of assistance Miss?" The question came in a voice that had a deep and resonating timbre with a husky undertone. His form prevented Saskia from seeing much of what lay beyond the door and she politely kept her azure depths locked on his dark eyes.

“I am hoping you might be able to,” Saskia said softly as she offered her hand in greeting. “My name is Saskia Reynolds,” she said, pausing for a moment to try and gauge the man’s response to her. She could however not detect the slightest hint. Clearing her throat nervously, she fidgeted with her hands, “the ferry seemed to have absconded without me and I currently find myself in a bit of a predicament as far as shelter for the evening is concerned,” she finally blurted out.

“If you could be so kind as to offer me a corner somewhere for the night, I will be indebted to you,” she said sincerely, her eyes half begging the man she did not know from a bar of soap. “I will make alternative arrangements in the morning and I promise you won’t even know I’m there.” Saskia hoped it did not sound too desperate, but at this stage ... she was.

[cgraven]

“I am hoping you might be able to, my name is Saskia Reynolds,”


Her voice was soft and sweet as she offered Corbeau her hand. He took it in both of his, his hand shake firm his gaze as he met her soft cool azure eyes piercing as if he could see to her very soul.

“The ferry seemed to have absconded without me and I currently find myself in a bit of a predicament as far as shelter for the evening is concerned, if you could be so kind as to offer me a corner somewhere for the night, I will be indebted to you,”

The words tumbled over those sweet moist ripe red lips in a mad rush like a mountain steam tumbling along in a hurry to be on its journey to the sea. Their was a touch of desperation in the girl's voice and her soft cool azure eyes meet his in an eloquent silent plea as they so sensually begged him to have pity on her.

“I will make alternative arrangements in the morning and I promise you won’t even know I’m there.”

That touch of desperation in her voice more pronounced now.

" Miss Reynolds it would be my honor to be your host for the evening."

Corbeau gave Saskia's hand a reassuring little squeeze before letting it slip from his.

"My name is Corbeau and welcome to Raven's Gate Abbey."

The tall stranger stepped aside so that Saskia could enter. As she stepped by him the dark beauty could see for the first time the foyer in which she stood. It was a bright simple room with walls of limestone soft and bright in the afternoon sun. There was a glorious perfusion of color from the stained glass rose window high above the oaken door and a delicate shadow play of the veins that nearly concealed it from the outside. In several of the niches their where bronze statues of nubile young beauties. Their was a lively fluid quality to them as if caught in mid stride of some dance, yet closer examination showed that each statue had a more subtitle, erotic, aspect to its composition. Her host led Saskia from the entry foyer into his home proper. and though the limestone walls may have been centuries old his home had a very contemporary and Bohemian flare to it and every where their was art. Statues , paintings, and rich wood paneling all with a marked erotic quality to them. and yet their was a simple plain elegance to the room.

" You must be chilled can I fix you a warm drink Miss Reynolds or would you care to freshen up a bit first?"

[DarkEmpress]

“Pleasure making your acquaintance Corbeau,” she said as he held her gaze captive with his dark and tumultuous eyes. “Thank you very much for your help,” she said earnestly, her eyes glowing with appreciation at his gracious offer.

He stepped out of her line of sight for the first time, allowing Saskia a full view of the interior of the building. She gasped with surprise. It certainly was much bigger than it appeared from the outside. The double volume ceiling added a lofty illusion of space as the pale walls were lighted with a kaleidoscope of colours streaming through the stained glass windows from the late afternoon sun.

The biblical symbols emblazoned on the lead framed windows certainly supported his claim that it was indeed an Abbey … or at least … was at some stage. Saskia shot an inquisitive glance at Corbeau, he did not strike her as a man of the cloth … but then again, looks have been very deceiving this afternoon.

Her eyes caught a glimpse of a bronze statue as she let her eyes roam across the room. She frowned slightly before her eyes shot back to the statue. Her blue depths widened as the image before her finally sunk in. It was in such stark contrast to the setting and yet such an artful addition to the décor that it was not glaringly obvious. The statue was quite simply put … subtly sexual. A slight touch of colour rose on Saskia’s cheeks as she noticed that there were actually, quite a few of these statues coyly ensconced in the room.

Saskia noted with interest the amount of art pieces worked into the décor of the room. It created a simple and yet beautifully textured feel that someone had obviously spent a great deal of time and energy thinking about. Saskia’s eyes found their way back to Corbeau, beholding her host with an almost reverent light of respect. It was rare to find someone who appreciated art, much less someone who embraced it as part of his being.

“If you will excuse me for a moment to freshen up, I will appreciate it,” Saskia said. Following his directions, she made her way to the restroom and was once again pleasantly surprised by the contemporary feel of it. She appeared in front of Corbeau a few minutes later her raven tresses neatly brushed into soft curls around her features. She had taken a quick shower and dressed in the only other set of clothing she had on her person; a denim and white polar neck shirt. She wrapped her arms around herself as she pulled her shoulders up, the cold seeming to descend on the building as the sun sank away on the horizon.

[cgraven]

“Pleasure making your acquaintance Corbeau, thank you very much for your help,”

There was a earnest quality that was so naive to this dark haired beauty's voice that was both quite refreshing and sensually seductive. Saskia seemed to visibly relax now that she had a safe haven for the night. That moment of innocent bliss seemed to be threatened as those striking cool azure eyes took in her surroundings for the first time. Her inquisitive glance was quickly followed by a maidenly blush as nature of the bronzes dawned on her. Saskia’s eyes found their way back to Corbeau, beholding her host with an almost reverent light of respect and her blush seemed to deepen from crimson to scarlet. For his part Corbeau gave no hint that he had noticed her momentary discomfort or her blush.

“If you will excuse me for a moment to freshen up, I will appreciate it,”

A smile bow Corbeau's lips as he watched the sensual sway of the young beauty's hips as she went to freshen up. He was very tempted to go to his private viewing room to watch as this stunning young beauty bathed, yet he resisted the impulse. There would be time to pursue a more leisurely course with Miss Reynolds after all she was going no place and the ferry would not be back for a week.

Her dark host waited for Saskia to return. Though it had seemed like hours the reality was that this stunning young miss returned few minutes later her raven tresses neatly brushed into soft curls forming a dark halo around her angelic face. She glowed freshly scrubbed from the shower a soft healthy pink kissed her cheeks and her lips a dark rose pink, moist and glistening. With eyes that saw everything while appearing not to look He took in every inch of her ravishing young body with the practiced eye of the artist. The simple white polar neck shirt in mark contrast to her dark raven tresses, that sensually accentuated and drew the eye to the firm graceful curve of her breasts. He approved of how it hugged her trim little waist and caressed the sensual swell of her hips. Her denim's seductively accentuated her tight firm derrière and her long sculptured legs. Miss Saskia Reynolds was quite the stunning young beauty and seemed to be blissfully innocent of the fact.

" Saskia that's and unusual name Miss Reynolds."

Corbeau passed his young guest a steaming hot buttered rum.

" This should take the chill out of the evening air."

He smiled into her eyes as he waited for her to tell him about herself and what had brought her to the Isle de Soledad.

[DarkEmpress]

"Saskia, that's an unusual name Miss Reynolds,” he said as his dark eyes found her swirling blue ones. “I get that allot,” she said with a brilliant smile. Her eyes had a slight faraway quality to them as memories played across her mind. “My parents had a sense of humour,” she added as her gaze snapped back into focus.

Corbeau passed her a tall mug that was nice and warm. “Thank you,” she said as she inspected the contents inquisitively. It had caramel and toffee undertones that seemed to float into the air … contrasted with the scent of cinnamon … and orange. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, letting the aroma fill her senses before she took a sip. It was absolutely perfect … a delicious combination of bitter and sweet. He was quite right … it warmed her down to the core nearly instantly, leaving a slight bit of colour to linger on her cheeks.

Saskia casually perched on a chair as she sipped from her buttered rum, savouring the taste with little soft moans of appreciation. “mmmmm, it’s delicious,” she said as she found him watching her. He seemed pleased at her appreciation.

“I work for the local Government and have been involved in an environmental sustainability project as part of my final year of studies. I was sent here today to do water samples around Isle De soledad,” Saskia explained exhuberantly. “I managed to let my mind wander and came across a rare species of flora along the coastline.” She shook her head slightly at herself as a smile played across her features. “Everyone always tells me I get distracted too easily,” she said laughing at herself as she looked back into Corbeau’s dark and piercing eyes. “It will appear that they were right,” she said, winking at him as laughter danced in her eyes.

Saskia sipped her drink in silence as she let her eyes roam across the interior of the building once more. She was still dumbstruck at the exquisite and yet rugged beauty of it. It was such a titillating and eclectic combination of styles … that somehow seemed to work.

“Why are you living on an island, safely tucked away from the world?” Saskia asked inquisitively. It fascinated her … and turned out to be quite an enlightening experience. A part of her was rejoicing at the fact that she was privy to her host’s hospitality, which she would have missed if she had made the ferry.

[cgraven]

Saskia casually perched on a chair as she sipped from her buttered rum, savoring the taste with little soft moans of appreciation.

“mmmmm, it’s delicious,”

Just a hint of a maidenly blush kissed the dark haired beauty's cheeks as she sipped the potent potable. There was a sensual grace to the young woman as she spoke from her casual perch.

“I work for the local Government and have been involved in an environmental sustainability project as part of my final year of studies. I was sent here today to do water samples around Isle De Soledad,”

Her voice was light lyrical and utterly enchanting as Saskia told how she came to be marooned on the island. Yet it was her gorgeous figure the seductive curves of her young body that had captured Corbeau's attention and dark interest.

“Everyone always tells me I get distracted too easily,” she said laughing at herself as she looked back into Corbeau’s dark and piercing eyes.

“It will appear that they were right,” she said, winking at him as laughter danced in her eyes.

Again that natural, innocent, sensuality that that he found so seductive. even as the girl asked him what had brought him to live on the island he had decided that he must sculpt her that he must have this ravishing young beauty as his own.

"I am an artist a painter and sculpture Miss Reynolds. The Island provides me with the peace, the time with out interruption to be able to work undisturbed ."

As he spoke Corbeau refilled his mug with hot buttered rum and topped off his young guests. He was tempted to tell her the work that she had seen in the foyer and here in his parlor where his but hesitated. he wanted to see just how curious this young beauty was, how tempted she was by the erotic art that surrounded her.

[DarkEmpress]

Corbeau fit the description of an artist as Saskia stole a glance from under her lashes while taking a sip of her hot buttered rum. The warm colour of his hair shimmered in the light, the touches of silver adding an almost roguish charm to him. He appeared to be patient and completely at ease … but his eyes … there was something about his dark eyes. The analysing gazes, the searching intensity and the way he beheld her …

Saskia quickly diverted her gaze, another tinge of colour staining her cheeks as she absently stared at the artwork that adorned the walls. Corbeau refilled her glass and she thanked him … feeling guilty for crashing into his existence so unannounced and uninvited. He was most generous, and she could only hope that she could repay him in some way.

Taking another sip of the warm liquid that seemed to spread its warmth through her body, Saskia stood from the chair. “Oooooh,” the gasp escaped her lips, as she felt a little unsteady on her feet. Holding on to the chair a little longer, she finally took a step forward feeling braver than she was as she approached one of the paintings. Holding her mug between both hands, she raised it to her lips to take a sip, before it halted in mid air … her eyes finally focussing on the painting.

Saskia blushed bright red.

“It is a beautiful painting,” she stammered as her eyes roamed across the two figures, immortalised on canvas … forever trapped in the heated throws of passion in a visually tumultuous and erotic depiction. A bit eccentric, she added in her mind but it certainly was beautifully executed she had to admit.

[cgraven]

There was a schoolgirl innocence to this dark beauty that stole a sideways glance from under her long lashes that Corbeau found both refreshing and provocative. His ardor to posse her grew all the more at Saskia's maidenly blush that kissed her cheeks the most delightful shade of pink. His art work seemed to both intrigue and embrace the girl at the same time.

“Oooooh,”

The little gasp escaped the tipsy beauty's sensually "O"ed lips as she stood and steadied herself. It seemed that Miss Saskia Reynolds was not a drinker her cheeks flushed scarlet as she studied a painting that had seemed to catch her eye.

“It is a beautiful painting,”

She stammered as her eyes roamed across the two figures, immortalized on canvas … forever trapped in the heated throws of passion in a visually tumultuous and erotic depiction.

"Why thank you Miss Reynolds it is one of my earlier works and a bit restrained. I found that paining was to placid to one dimensional. Now the bronzes, sculpture, the fluid sensual monition of passion caught in time in three demotions Its......"

Corbeau's voice trailed off as he raised his own glass to his lips. He studied the young beauty over the rim of his glass before continuing.

" I am afraid I do get carried away when talking about my work Miss Reynolds."

Again he paused letting the silence between them linger before placing before Saskia a sensual little temptation, one she hardly could refuse.

"Would you care to see some of the bronzes Miss Reynolds."


Corbeau's eyes brightened with the offer he made as if eager for her to accept so he could show off his work. Pride for his work shimmering in his eyes.

[DarkEmpress]

... a bit restrained. Saskia’s eyes widened at his choice of words. The painting alone made something deep inside her churn with warm anticipation ... she would hate to think what something less restrained would do. She gulped down another sip of her hot buttered rum and kept her eyes securely glued to the painting ... avoiding eye contact with Corbeau. It was slightly embarrassing to her ... coming from a very prim and proper family where discussion of this sort was never even thought of, much less done so openly.

Added to that, Corbeau proceeded to give her a very sensual description of his bronze sculptures ... conjuring vivid images in Saskia’s mind before his words trailed off. She stole a glance at him only to find him sipping his drink, watching her ... she quickly snapped her eyes back to the painting, feigning the utmost interest ... her mind squarely focussed on her host. She suddenly felt very hot, her cheeks taking on a renewed tinge of colour. She absently fanned herself not sure if it was the drink or the painting or the description ... or a combination of all.

"Would you care to see some of the bronzes Miss Reynolds," Corbeau offered, his voice taking on an entire different tone. Saskia scrounged together the courage to turn to look at him with a bit of an unsure light in her eyes. She kept her expression carefully plain ... completely belying the colour on her cheeks. The silence lingered as she let her eyes roam across the expression that rested on his face. He seemed sure of himself, almost excited at the prospect of sharing his work with another.

She nodded her head and smiled into his eyes. “Yes please, I would love to see,” she said warmly, mentally steeling herself. She wouldn’t want her host to think that she has never in her life encountered anything remotely like this.

[cgraven]

This charming young beauty blushed most delightfully and she seemed to be quite taken as well as shocked by the painting she was now so intensely studying. Even as he spoke of the bronzes and their fluid sensuality he could not help but notice the little side long glances that Saskia stole and how her maidenly blushed depended from crimson to scarlet or how she would gulp down a sip of her potent potable as she tried to hide her obvious embracement. Corbeau was not in the least surprised when at his invitation to view some of his less restrained work that Saskia turn to look at him with a bit of an unsure light in her eyes. The silence that lingered between them was about to become uncomfortable when at last the young beauty answered.

“Yes please, I would love to see,”

She had turned her striking azure eyes to meet his and she had smiled warmly and yet there was a chaste nervousness to that smile and those soft violet blue eyes.

" Then I shall freshen our drinks ands we shall be off to my studio."

Saskia's drink was refilled, by her very attentive host who now led the trusting if a bit tipsy young guest from his parlor to his work studio. The galleries they passed where filled with niches and in each niche was a bronze of a stinking young beauty. as they came near to his studio the theme of the bronzes became more erotic and had a subtitle flare of bondage as well. At last they came to his studio proper. It was here that he molded the wax that would from the mold for his bronzes. It was here on a pedestal in the middle of the room that the image of a young girl her head throne back, her ripe lips "O"ed in ecstasy rode a huge male phallic that was slowly impaling her. Her dainty wrist where tied behind her back.

"Beauty Captured."



Again a silence settled between the two host and guest.

[DarkEmpress]

"Then I shall freshen our drinks and we shall be off to my studio," Corbeau said. It was on the tip of her tongue to decline his hospitality. As it was, she had had too much to drink already. Saskia knew she did not handle her liquor well … at all.

He was already pouring, and Saskia bit down on her bottom lip, furtively looking around for a plant or something similar that she could safely deposit her drink into without offending her host. As he turned offering the mug back to her, Saskia returned her eyes to his bestowing an overly bright smile on him as she took it between her hands with a small, “Thank you.”

Saskia followed him as he led her down a hallway. She was still searching for something … anything to pour her drink into. That was before she started noting the bronze statues intermittently adorning little alcoves. Each one was vying to be more beautiful than the next … and it did not escape Saskia’s attention that they seemed to be getting more scantily dressed … more sensually provocative as their journey down the passage continued. She nearly fell over a carpet as she turned and noted that one of the bronze statues were subtly restrained … once she noted it … they all seemed to be.

Saskia quirked an eyebrow as they rounded a corner and entered what appeared to be a working area. She stopped dead in her tracks as her mouth literally fell open. The ‘artwork’ displayed to its full advantage atop a small dais depicted a girl … bound … captured in the heat of passion …

Oh god, her mind gasped as she nearly dropped her mug.

She never knew she was capable of blushing so much. Saskia hastily closed her mouth and took two big gulps of her hot buttered rum. The thought of sneakily getting rid of it, completely out the window. Her mind was squarely occupied by an … image … of such erotic proportions the likes of which she had never seen or imagined in her life.

A glinting bronze plaque caught her attention, the words "Beauty Captured" engraved on the shimmering metal surface.

The silence was almost palpable as Saskia let her eyes roam across it. She could not exactly turn and walk away. Corbeau was most probably gauging her expression as a direct correlation to his work and the last thing she wanted to do was belie the mastery of it. The craftsmanship was truly exceptional … she had to admit, as she tried to redirect her mind along more practical lines of thought … instead of focussing on the explicit …

“It’s beautiful, Corbeau,” Saskia stammered unable to look at him. She slowly walked around the statue … inconspicuously placing it between them to avoid him. What was more worrying was the incontrollable giggle she had to fight down, as she took another sip of her drink, clamping her lips firmly together.

[cgraven]

The look on the young raven haired beauty's face when he freshened her drink pleased Corbeau and gave him a glimpse of the young beauty's personality. She was obvious ill at ease and yet instead of politely declining the offered drink she meekly accepted it. Could this ravishing creature's submissive aside, her apparent desire not to offend be brought to the fore? The possibility intrigued him as he led the way and Saskia meekly followed drink in hand.

He loved the little gasps of this divine creature as the true nature of the bronzes finally dawned on her. Corbeau was sure her pale cheeks must be scarlet by now with Saskia's maidenly blush.

Oh god

The words slipped from her sweetly "O"ed lips as an unnoticed soft sensual whisper that truely pleased him. nor as he now turned to look at her was he disappointed in that maidenly blush or the way Saskia hastily closed her mouth and took two big gulps of her hot buttered rum. The girl seemed entranced by the image before her the way the shimmering beauty cast in bronze was caught in that moment when ecstasy first captured her.

“It’s beautiful, Corbeau,”

Saskia stammered unable to look at him. How adorable the way this shy young beauty demurely lowered her gaze from his how her cool blue eyes now took on a violet tinge. Corbeau resisted the temptation to smile as this shy beauty slowly walked around the statue … and attempted to inconspicuously place it between them to avoid him.

"Yes she is Saskia........"

His voice was rich and dark it tremor lost somewhere between a base and a baritone as he spoke.

"........ she how despite her bounds how she revels in the glory of her ecstasy. Or perhaps it is because of her bounds that she is free of the restrictions of society free to embrace her ravishment free to just enjoy as she has not control or guilt after all she is a captive Saskia."


As he spoke his voice his eyes holding hers captive Corbeau had closed the distance between them the Captive Beauty was no longer between them. He stood close, close enough that she would be able to feel the heat of his body next to hers. His scent filling her nostrils even as the stray hairs at the nape of her neck danced in his warm moist breath.

[DarkEmpress]

Something in the way that Corbeau described his work … made Saskia’s entire being feel as if it was ablaze. She took a shuddering breath as her brow furrowed into a frown. The expression that he had captured on the girl’s face seemed so real … she could almost feel the ecstasy that radiated from it. Saskia took a step closer and stared at the bronze statue’s features with wonder …

From the corner of her eye, she saw Corbeau move … the moment their eyes met he kept her ice blue depths captive as he slowly … purposefully started making his way around to where she was standing. For some inexplicable reason Saskia felt as if she was being cornered. Do not be absurd, her mind tried to quell the little voice that was whispering in her thoughts.

Saskia took another nervous sip of her drink watching his approach. Uncertainty flickered in her eyes as he came to a standstill mere inches from her. She could feel the heat from his body … breathe the distinctive musky, almost spicy scent that she was starting to associate with him. His warm breath washed across the nape of her neck sending unexpected shivers down her spine.

Letting go of a breath she did not realise she was holding, Saskia stared into his eyes with a slither of fear tracing through her azure depths. There was something in his eyes that made Saskia’s heart rate quicken, she could however not exactly pinpoint why or what about it … but it was there. Something unnameable ... something she had never seen in anyone’s eyes before …

“Corbeau … what are you doing?” She asked haltingly.

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OOC: This is officially my 1000'th post!! \o/

[cgraven]

The pale beauty stood there caught between flight and yielding. A soft shuttering breath escaped her moist ripe lips, those soft azure eyes shy met his and in their clear depth he saw a shiver of fear. Yet what was this stunning young beauty afraid of him or her own sensual reaction to the Captive Beauty.? A most intriguing question and yet as he pondered that question he saw her pulse madly racing just below the silken skin of her neck.

“Corbeau … what are you doing?”

She asked haltingly even as her eyes held his. His head lowered and his lips brushed her neck where Saskia’s pulse raced madly.

"Why seducing you Miss Reynolds......."

His lips pressed to her neck, a sensually tempting kiss and then a lovers bite.

"...seducing you to pose for me Saskia."

His arms encircled her trim little waist.

"You will pose for me wont you?"

his fingers toyed with the zipper of her denim's the soft metallic whisper of the zipper as it surrendered the cool kiss of the evening air as it caressed the newly bared skin.

[DarkEmpress]

She watched in slow motion as he lowered his head, his lips inexorably making their way to her neck, where he paused for a moment to whisper, "Why seducing you Miss Reynolds …"

A smile sprung to her lips. He must be joking, right? The thought jarred through her mind. A nervous little laugh bubbled past her lips as she smoothed her hands across her thighs. “You’re jo …” her trail of thought was interrupted as his lips touched her neck … a slow and sensuous kiss being pressed to the soft skin.

Saskia took a deep breath as her mind grinded to a halt. Her head instinctively lulled to the side as a soft moan escaped her lips. The simple, yet very effective, move sent shivers up and down her spine. "...seducing you to pose for me Saskia," Corbeau completed his sentence with a little nip to her neck.

She felt his arms circle around her waist, her eyes darting to the door for a fleeting second as she considered her options. "You will pose for me wont you?" Corbeau asked. Saskia stared at the bronze statue, the words ‘Beauty Captured’ ringing through her mind.

“You want me to pose in the same … ?” The question stammered into the air as her cheeks flamed. For the second time her words died on her lips as she felt Corbeau’s fingertips play across her zipper, the metal confines parting to bare her flesh.

Saskia stiffened in his arms as the full extent of his question dawned on her. She was torn between fleeing out the door … and staying in his arms. She tentatively lifted her eyes with questions burning in her azure depths. She was curious and petrified at the same time and yet her body was talking an entire different language.

“Yes,” she said hesitantly, a little voice in the back of her mind screaming ‘No’.

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A nervous little laugh bubbled past the innocent dark haired beauty lips as she smoothed her hands across her thighs.

You’re jo …”

Corbeau smiled as Saskia her words trailing off as all thoughts flew from her pretty little head as he slowly steadily continued his erotic seduction of this gorgeous creature.

“You want me to pose in the same … ?”

She stammer her words halting as she question his dark strangers outrageous suggestion words. Corbeau could hear the fear in her trembling voice, he saw her dark smoldering azure eyes search for a means of escape and yet time and again as his lips played over her silken skin, as his teeth grazed her neck, and fingers sensually played over her supple young body Saskia's gaze returned to the stunning bronze of "Beauty Captured". It was if that shimmering bronze called to her, and called to some hidden longing some darker need. It was if the statue had mesmerized the young beauty.

She tentatively lifted her eyes with questions burning in her azure depths. She was curious and petrified at the same time and yet her body was talking an entire different language.

“Yes,” she said hesitantly.

"Marvelous"

Corbeau's lips brushed the pale beauty's neck a seductive little lover's bite as his hands slid up the sensual curves of the young beauty's torso bearing her polar neck shirt with them stripping the girl to the waist, baring her to him her bar the last vestige of modesty .

"Miss Reynolds pleas be so kind as to remove the rest of your clothing."

The artist picked up a single reflex 35mm camera and as Saskia stood so alluring, so vulnerable, and so desirable.

CLICK

The soft seductive whisper of the shutter calling to her as the unblinking eye of the camera caught her vulnerable seductive beauty.

CLICK Again that soft seductive whisper.

"Miss Reynolds................"

His voice as soft and seductive as the shutters.

"...........your clothing."

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Every time his lips came anywhere near her neck, Saskia’s mind would come to a grinding halt. She felt his hands slide up her body but was barely aware that her shirt was following suit … until the soft material swirled around her head. Saskia’s raven hair fell around her shoulders, the silken strands resting against her naked flesh as she looked up into his hazel eyes … stunned.

She had never been naked in front of a man before in her life … let alone had someone take her shirt off with such practiced ease of motion … she barely knew him. His arms lingered around her as he let his eyes appraise her for a moment before he turned to fetch something.

Saskia instinctively crossed her arms across her chest trying to hide. She turned slightly and directed her gaze away from him as her cheeks flamed bright red. This was definitely the last thing she ever would have imagined … being marooned on an island with an exceptionally eccentric host that wanted her to pose for him … in the nude.

"Miss Reynolds please be so kind as to remove the rest of your clothing."

CLICK

Saskia froze as the flash went off. She was expecting a sketching pad with a pencil at the very least, not an impromptu photo shoot. Her violet blue eyes riveted on Corbeau as a frown furrowed across her brow, anger and fear warring to find a place in her eyes. She was not the photogenic type and shuddered at the thought of what those photos could do in the wrong hands.

CLICK, another photo taken.

"Miss Reynolds............... your clothing," a softly spoken reminder. Saskia stood staring at him, her eyes transfixed on the camera. She had agreed and she was rarely the type to go back on her word … but in this instance, it was pushing the envelope ever so slightly.

Saskia was unsure of where she managed to pull the courage from. She slowly turned around … entirely too shy to let herself relax, let alone do this with a full frontal view. She nervously tugged at her denims and then slowly peeled them from her body, letting them pool around her ankles as she peered back at Corbeau across her shoulder, nibbling on her bottom lip.

What are you doing Saskia? Her mind asked in an incredulous voice. How much worse could it get? She tried to reason with herself … her sixth sense, common sense and logic all raising a weary eyebrow at the question.

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Her raven tresses fell about her shoulders in a shimmering dark silken cascade against pale flawless skin. Those dark tresses framed her angelic face with a dark lustrous halo. Stunning deep violet eyes rose to meet his dark hazel eyes. Corbeau saw the flash of emotions in those innocent eyes. Eyes devoid of guile unable to hide the young beauty's soul from his own dark eyes. He saw the fear in those eyes he saw the temptation, as the shutter softly clicked That moment of hesitation as Saskia instinctively crossed her arms across her chest trying to hide. Her eyes fluttering just before she dropped her gaze from his, her cheeks flushing the most delightful shade of crimson. It was almost as if this stunning creature had never been with a man before.

Corbeau dismissed the thought, how could that be? She was gorgeous, so desirable and girls these days lost their innocent early. Yet as the flash of the strobe caught this young beauty in her nubile perfection her violet blue eyes riveted on Corbeau as a frown furrowed across her brow, anger and fear warring to find a place in her eyes.

"Miss Reynolds............... your clothing,"

His soft seductive voice curling round Saskia's senses, caressing her even as she stood there frozen in indecision. Then ever so slowly as if she where in a dream this stunning young beauty turned around her cheeks kissed by a shy little scarlet blush as she shield her body partially from his view. She nervously tugged at her denims and then slowly peeled them from her body, letting them pool around her ankles as she peered back at Corbeau across her shoulder, nibbling on her bottom lip.

Corbeau smiled reassuringly into Saskia's eyes.

"You are beautiful Miss Reynolds, a true beauty."

His voice was soft his eyes clear and bright as they held hers. There was no sign of deceit in those dark eyes but only appreciation for the beauty that stood before him. She stood there half turned from him in only her bra and panties the last vestiges of modesty that she clung to, a smile bowed his lips.

"Miss Reynolds remove your panties and bra"

His voice was soft sensually seductive yet there was a note of firm command in it as well.

CLICK

Again the soft seductive whisper of the shutter as it captured her beauty. Slowly he circled the young beauty



CLICK, CLICK, CLICK, CLICK.

He watched as his voice and the shutter spun their dark seductive web. Watch as the young innocent tittered on the edge, his will, his voice and the whisper of the shutter weaving silken strands around her will. Saskia's will was of no import, she the model, he the artist, the master.

"How shall you be bound Miss Reynolds with supple rope or unyielding chain?"

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Saskia was on the verge of experiencing something that she had never done or felt before. She was not sure whether it was the heated drink burning in her veins or the almost palpable ecstasy that lingered in the air … but she felt compelled … drawn … to this man with the intense hazel eyes, the red shimmering in his hair as if he was a flame that would set her darkest desires alight.

The setting was perfect … his reassuring words wrapping themselves around her like a warm embrace as she levelled her tumultuous blue eyes on his. "You are beautiful Miss Reynolds,” his words entered her mind as if a softly spoken line from a dream. No man has ever said that to her … in such a way … nor has it ever made her feel like this before.

His command was lost in her subliminal mind as Corbeau slowly circled around her, the camera capturing the smoky expression in her eyes, her slightly parted lips … the glorious tint of crimson on her cheeks as she stared at him as if hypnotised.

Her hands moved of their own volition, slowly pushing the straps of her bra to gently lay slack across her arms before she reached back, her breasts pushing … rebelling against their confines. Those glorious fleshy mounds released as the material fell away, the lacy garment precariously hanging from her fingertips before she let it drop, falling to the floor to join the garments that had adorned her form.

Saskia’s eyes followed him as she let her hands fall to her hips, her thumbs tucking into the soft elastic that encircled her waist. She slowly pulled the garment down, revealing herself to him and the flickering shutter of the camera that captured every halting breath, every nervous nibble on her bottom lip … the gentle tremor in her hands.

The final piece of clothing fell to her feet … her body revealed to him and the unwavering eye of his camera as her eyes fluttered to the statue one last time … ‘Beauty Captured’.

“Chains …” she whispered, breathlessly, every fibre in her being longing to experience such sweet abandon.

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Saskia’s eyes shown with happiness at the simple statement of fact that she was beautiful. Her movements where graceful fluid if at first a bit hesitant. Her hands moved of their own volition, slowly pushing the straps of her bra to gently lay slack across her arms before she reached back,............ the lacy garment precariously hanging from her fingertips before she let it drop, falling to the floor to join the garments that had adorned her form. She no longer tried to hide her body from him or from the unblinking eye of the camera. Her eyes followed him even as she rid herself of the last vestige of her virginal modesty she let her hands fall to her hips, her thumbs tucking into the soft elastic that encircled her waist. She slowly pulled the garment down, revealing herself to him and the flickering shutter of the camera that captured every halting breath, every nervous nibble on her bottom lip … the gentle tremor in her hands.

Chains

there was no hesitation in her answer to his question but rather a naive innocence to embrace this dark pleasure that he was offering her to experience it to the fullest.

"Then Chains it shall be Miss Reynolds!"

He paused for a moment as he lay his camera aside and he extended his hand to her and took it he drew the young beauty to him her body pressed to his her naked perfection against the course woolen material of his shirt. Her lips just a breathe away from his.

" Your gorgeous Miss Reynolds."

His eyes held hers and when he spoke his lips brushed hers ever so softly.

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Corbeau seemed pleased at her choice, his piercing eyes searching hers for a moment before he placed his camera on a nearby table. Turning back, he languidly extended his hand to her and as his fingers clasped around hers he slowly pulled Saskia close against him. She could feel the heat from his body enfold her as she leaned in against him.

Excited and nervous butterflies fluttered around in her tummy as her skin grazed the rough woollen surface of his shirt, her nipples hardening against him as they dragged across the rough contours. An involuntary shudder quaked through her body at the contrast of cold air and Corbeau’s heated body, rough and smooth surfaces ... the heavenly feel of a man’s body against hers.

"Your gorgeous Miss Reynolds,” he whispered, his lips a scant breath from hers as he spoke. She lifted her eyes to his, finding him staring intently at her. She could feel herself melting in the smothering chocolaty depths of his eyes as if she was a sweet treat to be lathered in the heated depths of his soul. A tell-tale crimson hue spread across her cheeks as she desperately tried to cling to her sanity.

Saskia lifted her trembling hands and placed them on his chest spreading her fingers across his wool shirt. She slowly lifted her hand to lace soft fluttering touches along his neck and jaw line ... her eyes held captive by his gaze,

“I am scared,” she whispered softly against his lips as uncertainty flashed in her eyes. She probably sounded like a fool for admitting it, and even more so to a person she barely knew. But, there it was ... for him to decide.

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Corbeau smiled to himself as he watched the innocent young beauty become lost in his gaze her soft sweet eyes so trusting as her fingers hesitantly lifted to touch him. He let Saskia's trembling fingers explore the contours of his face. he felt her lean her supple young body to his as if she where melting into him eager to experience all that he seemed to offer her. and yet as he held her captive with his eyes he so in the smoldering depths of hers the soul of a frighten little girl.

“I am scared,”


She whispered softly against his lips as uncertainty flashed in her eyes. Corbeau did not answer instead he let his lips close the gap to hers. It was a tender kiss that he let linger. the tip of his tongue gliding across the sensual bow of her lips. a seductive invitation. It slid over her teeth seeking the sweetness of her mouth seeking to deepen the intimacy of the moment, demanding so sweetly her surrender to that kiss.

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His lips claimed hers in a tender kiss. Her eyes widened for a moment at the sudden move, before her eyes fluttered shut … a soft moan escaping her lips. Saskia trailed her hands up and around his neck as her body melded against him, her lips answering the sweet surrender he asked for.

He kissed her until all coherent thought came to a grinding halt within her mind. She was still trying to figure out how exactly she had managed to go from being marooned on an island to finding herself naked and wrapped in the arms of a man who seemed well trained in the art of making her comply with his every wish.

Her mind invariably flitted back to the row of bronze statues that adorned his hallway, the immaculate piece of art that stood next to them. There was something very strange about the entire place … about Corbeau. She opened her eyes and slowly pulled her lips from his to stare into the dark depths of his soul, trying to find the answers there.

What would he do if she changed her mind? There was nowhere to go and only so many places she could hide. She was cut off from the world and it would appear as if she was entirely at his mercy. Despite all of this, she felt perfectly comfortable right here in his arms. She could however not quell the nigly little voice that kept nagging at her in the back of her mind.