The Encounter (Closed for CGRAVEN AND I)

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ Her name is Caysia.. a bit of an unusual name.. well.. her parents were never one for conventional.. they really were as unconventional as they could get ... it was her father that named her when she bellowed her way into the world 27 years ago.. He graced her with the most unusual name He could think of.. He did not want her to be ordinary...

She liked it.. now... hated it as a child.. of course.. She grew up immersed in a sea of Jane's and Mary's and the occasional Katie or Linda thrown in for good measure.. maybe even a Vanna.. but that name would illicit the same teasing she got..

But she got over that.. Caysia learned to let those hurtful words roll off her back... she learned that most only teased her because they were jealous of her.. well.. they would be now at least...

She was stunning.. she had been told that since she was 17.. It was nice to hear since she grew up a pudgy child with bright red hair.. quite the sight..

Caysia was not one to beleive she was "stunning" tho... even when others said it.. she saw herself as that same pudgy child.. it was that pudgy child with the wild red hair that had helped her become the strong, independent woman was was now..
Her hair now hung down her back.. in long striking waves of firey crimson.. eyes a near golden color .. so light and sparkling... she was average in height 5'7" .. actually just a breath under that.. 128 pounds.. which she did have to work at to keep...
Stunning.. like everyone said..

With a shake of that head of crimson.. fingers slip within.. feeling the silken waves coil about her slender lengths as she pulls it back into the long ponytail she was so fond of wearing..
It was early.. very early.. and time for her morning walk... before she heads off to work at the art gallery... pulling on her favorite black shorts and tee... sneakers snuggly tied.. she steps out into the barely rising sun... this was the time of day she liked best..

Pausing a moment.. inhaling a deep, cleansing breath.. feeling the cool air move thru her... the cool breeze gliding past her.. yes.. this was her favorite time of day.. quiet.. calm.. just as the light was driving away the darkness of the prior night...

Her thoughts turning toward her day ahead... she begins her morning walk..

It was 4:45 am.....

 

[cgraven]

Paul Devero was a coinsurer of art, a renowned collector. Unlike many collectors he did not limit himself to just painting of a certain school or style, or paintings for that matter. He collected all forms of art that caught his eyes with their beauty. That is what had first brought him to the Gallery, but not what kept him coming back from time to time. No it was the young junior assistant a certain Caysia. She was a rare beauty with her shy golden eyes, stunning wild red hair, and her supple sensual figure. Paul was not sure when he had decided to add her to his collection but once the decision was made he went about ensuring that her disappearance would not lead to any unwarranted suspicion.

At fifty seven Paul Devero could buy and sell almost anything he wanted, his first move was to have an associate by the art gallery, the next was to investigate her background and to ensure ther was no husband or boyfriend to miss her. he straightened his silk tie, and brushed his gray wool suite, which gave a subtitle grace to his muscular body, before getting out of his limousine. The sun picked up the silver highlights of his ginger hair.

He smiled pleasantly when he saw Caysia, what a shame to hide such a body under those conservative rags she wore.

“Excuses me Miss is monsieur Batard in?

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ 5:30am... with a deep breath she takes one last look at the sun that has now peered over the horizan and graced with world with it's kiss of light and warmth...altho there was a chill in the air.. perhaps the hint of snow..

"Time to get my ass to work" she mumbles to herself..

Once she showered... she gets herself dressed in a black skirt and emerald green blouse.. no hose needed.. her legs were quite tan and in pretty decent shape.. her most comfortable shoes.. actually they were black suede ankle boots.. and she was off to work... damp hair pulled back into that oh sooo familiar pony tail...

The walk to work was not as pleasant as her early morning walk.. but still it was only 6:15... not many were out and about.. Stopping off at the coffee shop down the street from the Gallery... a friendly nod to the girl.. who promptly has her tea ready.. they knew her here... Caysia thought to herself.. this girl.. what was her name?? Anna maybe?? Was as close to a friend that Caysia had at the moment.. oh well.. she liked being a loner.. kept her safe...

Once at the Gallery.. she went about her business of getting things opened and ready... at 8AM.. she unlocks the door.. and settles for another busy day..

Looking up from a painting that she gently cleaning.. seeing the gentleman enter... did she know him?? Shaking her head.. no.. of course not.. but she smiles as she knew she should.. soft pink lips curling upwards.. eyes glinting in the still morning light...

“Excuses me Miss is monsieur Batard in?

A quick shake of her head.. her own voice.. pretty.. light.. gliding from her lips like a butterfly in a breeze...

"No.. I'm sorry... He will not be in today.. May I help you?"

Standing from behind the table.. she moves around the front... offering her hand to the handsome man....~

 

[cgraven]

"No.. I'm sorry... He will not be in today.. May I help you?"

Standing from behind the table.. she moves around the front... offering her hand to the handsome man....~

Devero watched as the young beauty came to greet him her small hand extended in greeting Yes she would be a marvelous addition to his collection.

“Monsieur Paul Devero and your are Miss…………….?”

His voice was deep loss somewhere between a bass and a baritone, with just a hint of a French accent. His manner formal yet genial in the manner of Europeans.

” Monsieur Batard had arranged to show me a small brass Roden he has just acquired are you familiar with the piece?”

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

“Monsieur Paul Devero and your are Miss…………….?”

~ She could not help but smile at his ever so slight accent.. the way he spoke... his voice was wonderful to listen too.. her eyes glance up at him.. and she felt the slightest of chills race quickly thru her... she having no idea why.. quickly she shakes it off.. swallowing slightly...

"I am Caysia... Caysia Spring... and yes.. I do know that piece.. I did not realize Mr. Batard had set up a showing today... but I will be happy to show you"....

The Gallery was quiet this early in the morning.. the other assistant would not be in til noon... she knew she should not show a private peice such as this without someone else there.. it was quite expensive.. what if.. but no... no ... He was much to.. distinguished.. to be thought of as a theif... she cast those ideas aside... She was well knowlegable to handle this.. and after all he had arrived in a Limo.. which she saw parked outside..

With a slight nod.. that sent her long flaming ponytail tickling over her shoulder.. " please... come with me.. "

Turning.. she leads the handsome man toward the back of the Gallery.. where Mr. Batard's office was.. she knew the Rodan that he sought was locked in the safe in his office... ~

 

[cgraven]

"I am Caysia... Caysia Spring... and yes.. I do know that piece.. I did not realize Mr. Batard had set up a showing today... but I will be happy to show you"....

“Caysia that is a very unusual name Miss Spring what does it mean?
There was a certain naïve innocence and beauty to the young woman that Devero found quite refreshing, though her taste in clothing left something to desire . she should wear silks soft tones to complement her complexion, and high light her charms. Ah but all that in good time.

With a slight nod.. that sent her long flaming ponytail tickling over her shoulder..

" please... come with me.. "

Paul smiled as she tossed her head in a shy little nod as if she was doing something quite naughty. He knew well she should not leave the gallery unattended, nor allow him into Batard's office but there was a certain appetite for danger he saw in her golden eyes, a thirst for something out of the ordinary in her hum drum life. Devero found that quite enticing.

He drew a pair of white silk gloves from his pocket to study the Roden. It was a small bronze of a young nude woman, her body arched back as if frozen for all times in one exquisite moment of pleasure.

“Beautiful is she not Miss Spring?”


He held the bronze with a reverence, his eyes looking on it as if the young nude was made of flesh and blood.

”I‘ll take it Miss Spring please have Monsieur Batard this afternoon before three as the weather is closing in and I fear we shall be in for a blizzard in the mountains.”

Devero handed her his card with his address and it and a check For $200,000.00.

“By three Miss Spring and no later.”

Devero then took his leave. The second part of his plan now completed.

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The phone in the Gallery rang at 12:30.

” Caysia I have been delayed by business did a Paul Devero stop by?”

Batard listened to his junior assistant.

Damn by three you say. I’ll never make it. You will have to make the delivery.”


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Devore’s mountain Chalet was high at the end of a very private road, it was furnished in the finest of furnishings, and tastefully appointed.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

“Caysia that is a very unusual name Miss Spring what does it mean?"

~ her cheeks flush a light rosy pink .. and she does not even realize it...

" my parents liked unusual names.. and mine was the most unusual they could think of.. I wish it had a real meaning.. but for me.. it means different.. that is how I like to think of my name and myself... different."

She hoped.. in the back of her mind .. that Mr. Batard would not mind her showing this piece... never mind leaving the Gallery unattended and bringing a client into his personal office...

Watching as Mr. Devero ran his while gloved fingers over the Roden... he examaning it like he already owned it.. as if he were "possessing" it ... drawing its "essence" within himself.. this again sends a slight chilling shiver down her spine.. and she had to fight to keep it from showing.. her eyes roam over the peice.. the arched woman.. seeming in the throes of orgasm..and she wondered just what or where he would display such a piece... this.. "possessed.. owned" woman..

“Beautiful is she not Miss Spring?”

She had been so lost in her thoughts.. she almost did not hear him.. but does manage to nod quickly.. and offers that soft smile of hers...

He wanted it... Caysia was very excited that she herself had made the sale.. she hoped she could get ahold of Mr. Batard to arrange for the delivery...

He called at 12:30 ....

"Damn by three you say. I’ll never make it. You will have to make the delivery.”

"Yes Sir".. she answers... she knew that Pam could handle the Gallery for the rest of the afternoon... They were closing at 4 anyways.. ok.. so she would take her car and make the delivery... and for some reason.. a feeling of... dread.. came over her... what was wrong with her??? This would surely get her promoted... get her more money... another step to running her own Gallery...

Looking at the card Mr. Devero had given her.. she knew that road.. it went into the mountains... deep into the mountains... she never realized someone lived up there.. she could only imagine the mansion he must have.. riding in a Limo.. buying such pieces of art...

She did not even bother to tell Pam where she was headed.. she merely told her she was gone for the day...
The Roden in hand.. carefully bundled up to keep it in the most pristine of shape.. she walked back to her apartment.. getting a cup of hot tea along the way.. and got her car..

Within the hour... it was now 1:15.. she was on her way... turning onto the long ... long.. mountain road.. that lead to Mr. Devero's place....

As she rounded the curve.. her eyes widen... amazed at the sight before her... the Chalet was magnificent.. the place actually took her breath away... she could not believe someone lived like this...
Pulling her car behind the Limo.. a few flakes of snow greet her as she slips out.. and for a moment she pauses.. looking up and smiling.. her tongue out and curled as she catches a couple of snowflakes.. then.. shaking her head.. "what are you doing .. get moving" she tells herself.. knowing she needs to be heading home before these few snowflakes multiply.. like they always do around here...

Approaching the door.. she gathers her coat about herself as she shivers... then rings the bell...

 

[cgraven]

Paul Devero watched form the Chalet shadows as Caysia Spring drove into the little court yard. She pauses.. looking up and smiling.. her tongue out and curled as she catches a couple of snowflakes.. then.. shaking her head almost like an innocent child at play. Devero smiled as he remembered the look in the stunning young redhead’s eyes as he had inspected the Roden the little shiver she tried so unsuccessfully to suppress, the look almost of envy in her eyes, as the little bronze nude arched back in her frozen moment of pleasure. This was a young beauty that loved the sensual, yet was afraid to embrace it, afraid to even see her own beauty. Her very dress screamed of a matron far older than her years. He idly wondered what had made her that way, what had convinced her that she was plain ordinary.

The soft knock on the door brought Devero back to the present for his latest acquisition had arrived bearing the little bronze nude with her.

“Ah Miss Spring I was expecting Monsieur Batard. Do come in I fear that we are in fore a rather sever storm.”

Devero led the young unsuspecting beauty into the library, a fly into the spiders web. A small round table subtitle lit was waiting for the Roden.

“If you wouldn’t mind Miss Spring.”

He watched as she reverently unwrapped the bronze and laced it on the pedestal. The setting was ideal. And he smiled his approval. When she turned he handed her a flute of champagne.

“To innocent beauty.”

They where just finishing their Champagne when a tall man entered the room.

“Yeas Luther.”

“Monsieur Devero the state police have just closed all the mountain roads as there has been an avalanche and the storm is getting worst.”

“Miss Spring I fear you may be our guest for awhile. Luther Show Miss Spring to a gust room I think the Blue Room.”

The tall silent , and powerfully built Luther led Caysia to the Blue Room., and as its name impelled its décor was shades of blue, the furnishings wher Victorian Gothic, with an attached bath lined with mirrors.

”Miss Spring there is a phone if the lines are still up if you need to make a call. dinner is at 9 and we dress, for dinner Monsieur Devero is rather formal in his ways. I do believe that you may find a suitable frock in the closet.".

Luther took his leave. Leaving the young beauty to settle in All the frocks wher of the sheerest silk and could have been chosen to complement Caysia’s complexion and rather daring in their cut.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

“Ah Miss Spring I was expecting Monsieur Batard. Do come in I fear that we are in fore a rather sever storm.”

~ Stepping into the Chalet.. she could not help the look of wonder upon her face as her eyes roamed over the fantastic .. and opulent .. surroundings... This place was beautiful.. and that thought made her shudder .. a tremble she could not hide... a memory tried to ensnare her... a memory of a place much like this.. but she forces it back.. as if one were reining back a wild horse... she went back to that look of awed wonder... the beauty was striking... and this was merely the front foyer...

" Your home is absolutely captivating" she whispers.. was it to him.. or herself..?

Moments later she is led into the library... again that shudder seemed to pass over her.. and she did her best to ignore it... the Roden was revealed and with a look to the handsome Mr. Devero.. she lays it where he indicates... it seemed the perfect place for the orgasmic woman.. and Caysia had to wonder how many women the dashing Mr. Devero had brought to that same arc.. that same climatic look.. that same scream of pleasure...

Her thoughts were then drawn back to the present with the flute of champagne handed to her... For a moment she almost refused.. could hear her mind yelling at her to get her ass out of there and back home... but instead ... she hears herself saying..

"thank you".. the flute taken withing a curl of fingers...

“To innocent beauty.”

" yes... to... innocent beauty"... wondering why he had chosen such an interesting toast.. she lets her eyes wonder to the Roden once more... was the girl innocent? She could be a wanton whore for all they knew... why did he seem to think she was... innocent??
She was about to turn and question him when her eyes fell to the large window.. and the howling storm that had kicked up in the short time she had been there...

"Oh great... " Turning.. "Mr. Devero.. I need..........." Her words were interrupted by a tall gentleman appears in the room.. she had never even heard him coming... He bringing the news of the road being closed.. the storm worsening... oh this was not good...

“Miss Spring I fear you may be our guest for awhile. Luther Show Miss Spring to a gust room I think the Blue Room.”

" wait... I " but again her words were silenced by simply looking outside... it was howling out there... she was ... stuck.. and she did not like that at all... she suddenly feeling very... nervous... but then again.. he seemed very nice... dashing... debonair... and she had no choice at this point...

" thank you Mr. Devero... I hope this is not an inconvenience... "
He quickly assuring her it was not... she lets the tall silent one.. Luther she believed his name was... lead her to a room that she could use...
Not happy... not happy at all... once he was gone... after his cryptic information about " dressing" for dinner... she begins pacing... trying to keep her nerves under control... moving to the door... propping it open some.. she hated closed doors... a quick investigation of the room... before peeking into the closet..

Within were some of the most beautiful dresses she had ever seen.. well at least lately... slowly.. almost reverently.. she touches each.. letting her fingers glide and dance over the silken soft material.. it did not occur to her.. at least not at that moment... why he would have a closet full of dresses....

Dinner was at 9... she hated dressing for dinner.. and decides she would politely decline ... or should she... she was his guest after all.. but not of her choosing.. that was the choice of the bloody snowstorm that had blown in...
the thought of dressing for dinner just gave her a feeling of dread in the pit of her belly... yes.. she would decline... in fact.. she should go and let him know... so that he would not waste food on her... a last look at the dresses.. she turns... making her way out of the room and back down the hall... the wind outside was screaming....

Finding Mr. Devero back in the library...

"Mr. Devero... again let me thank you for allowing me to stay here.. thanks to this... snowstorm..." her eyes glance out the window.. then back to him ... " Luther.. I beleive that was his name.. told me of dinner at 9.. and all that... please.. do not trouble yourself for me.. I am not all that hungry... "... she did not want to tell him that the idea of dressing for dinner was... well.. just make her nearly sick to her stomache... she would just lie... and tell him she was not hungry... that would work.... she hoped..... ~

 

[cgraven]

Yes a good meal pleasant conversation a stroll down by the river., and slow lingering kissing I like that, savoring and tasting each other.

Devore noticed the little shutters, the way her eyes casually took in her surroundings, yes she was impressed but not overly impressed as if she had seen or been around like this wealth before. The young beauty had started to refuse the Champagne, had tried to leave but the storm had intervened. And each time she had submitted to fate.

There was something about Miss Caysia Spring that did not agree with the picture of a frumpy little sales girl she so desperately tired to project, and as if her beauty was an embracement to her and had to be hidden. Devero’s thoughts where interrupted by the soft tread of the young red headed beauty as she came back to the library. He turned to greet her a smile bowing his lips.

"Mr. Devero... again let me thank you for allowing me to stay here.. thanks to this... snowstorm..." her eyes glance out the window.. then back to him ... " Luther.. I believe that was his name.. told me of dinner at 9.. and all that... please.. do not trouble yourself for me.. I am not all that hungry... "


“Don’t be ridicules Miss Spring of course you are hungry it has been a long day. Besides what kind of host would I be if I let you starve under my roof?


His smile broaden his manner soft but insistent.

“Luther may have over stated Dressing for dinner it is more a matter of putting away our working clothes and relaxing during a meal, more like leaving the cares of the day behind.”

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ well.. he was not letting her out of it... but at least he gave her a more ... casual.. comfortable.. idea of what dinner would be.. she wished for a moment that she could be as "relaxed" as she would have liked... relaxed and putting the cares of the day away for her was more along the lines of her soft fluffy bathrobe and a mug of herb tea... turning to gaze out the window.. she walks toward the glass.. reaching out to touch the cool smooth surface... wishing she were back at her apartment now...

At his words.. his insistance...she nods.. still staring out the window... her mind seeming to be miles away for a moment...

With a shake of her head..she turns and looks to Mr. Devero...

"please.. call me Caysia... feel like a school teacher.. you calling me "Miss Spring"... and again.. thank you... I think... I may go take a nap.. if that is ok with you... "

As she spoke.. she turns back to the window.. reaching up and gently pulling her hair free of the pony tail... sending the crimson waves falling down over her shoulders and back... she was tired... she was nervous... maybe a bit of sleep would make her feel a little better about this whole.. situation.... ~

 

[cgraven]

The young redheaded beauty simply nodded, as she looked out the window and the raging blizzard out side. Her manner was really quite submissive, and she had a haunted, far away look in her soft eyes.

"please.. call me Caysia... feel like a school teacher.. you calling me "Miss Spring"... and again.. thank you... I think... I may go take a nap.. if that is ok with you... "

She turns back to the window.. reaching up and gently pulling her hair free of the pony tail... sending the crimson waves falling down over her shoulders and back. Devero smiled for it made her look so much younger than she was. The act was natural as if freeing herself from the tight formality of her job.

“Of course Caysia make yourself at home. I shall have Luther ring your room about an hour before dinner.”

He watched as she sighted and then turned to go to her room .

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Luther rang her room exactly at 8PM.

The table was set in a cozy but elegant manner, china, crystal, and linen napkins. The meal was a brazed beef steak with a light green pepper and mushroom sauce, and wine was served with dinner. The conversation was light and centered on art.

“You know Caysia I not only collect art but dabble in photography as well.”

He paused as Luther poured the stunning young beauty another glass of wine.

“I would appreciate you giving me you expert opinion on my work.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ the nap felt good.. she certainly needed it... luckily she had awakened before Luther rang her at 8pm... she had taken a quick shower... a look of relief in her eyes as she had found the attached bathroom...

She was in the process of selecting something to wear to dinner... she really wanted to go home... but she was feeling a bit more... comfortable.. around Mr. Devero and Luther.. and she had no choice... that was what really seemed to be eating at her.. she had no choice...

She could hear the wind thrashing outside.. as if the storm were laughing at her... or.. maybe.. warning her...

He had quite the collection of dresses here.. she was amazed and explains it herself that there must have been a Mrs. Devero at some point.. or perhaps a daughter..
she wanted something relatively conservative.. but most of these were rather.. well.. daring..
She had to decide.. she did not want to wear the same clothes that lay now piled on the floor..
She had to decide........................

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Stepping into the dining room.. It was 8:50pm... the room illuminated with candles.. and the moon outside that shown within... alighting off the falling snow.... the eerie blueish light mingling with the warmth of the candle light..

Clinging to her form was a midnight black silk dress... the soft caress lingers over her curves.. down the length of her legs.. lightly brushing over her bared feet.. she deciding her shoes just did not match the sheer elegance of the dress... her long flaming red hair hung down her back.. still slightly damp from her shower.. the long thick waves veiling her in fire... she felt a little self conscious.. this was not the type of dress she would have picked for herself.. yet it fit her as if a second skin.. and more telling was how she moved in that dress.... the silk dancing over her as if reaquinting itself with an old friend...


Dinner was delicious.. but she did not eat much... the conversation tho was most stimulating... she sooo enjoying talking of art.. and then... photography... which was one of her own hobbies...

“I would appreciate you giving me you expert opinion on my work."

" I would very much enjoy that.. Mr. Devero.. I too love photography.. and quite often I try to get out to get some pictures taken of the surrounding area... this really is a beautiful place... so much nicer than ... " ... she stops ... quieting... there was no need to get into her "home"... it was not home anymore.. Thank God...

She turning to glance out the window.. the snow raging.. this was going to be a long night.. that much she knew now.. she would be lucky to get out and home tomorrow..
a look passing over her features... there was no one to miss her anyways.. so why would it even matter..
with a sigh.. she casts that thought from her mind.. smiling back at Mr. Devero....

"as I was saying.. I would love to see your photography Mr. Devero"....

 

[cgraven]

A midnight black silk dress... the soft caress lingers over her curves.. down the length of her legs.. lightly brushing over her bared feet, her long flaming red hair hung down her back, the long thick waves veiling her in fire, and it fit her as if a second skin. Yet more telling was how she moved in that dress, the silk dancing over her as if reacquainting itself with an old friend.

Devero loved the choice the young beauty had made it suited her complemented her and showcased her supple charms and set of her soft silken red hair to perfection. He bided his time during dinner letting the conversation run in the directions that most intrigued his young Guest, letting Caysia relax, become more engaged, and Luther made sure her wine glass never got less than half full.

" I would very much enjoy that.. Mr. Devero.. I too love photography.. and quite often I try to get out to get some pictures taken of the surrounding area... this really is a beautiful place... so much nicer than ... "

Again that far away haunted look came to her eyes as she stopped in mid thought as if some ghost or specter from her pass haunted her.

"………as I was saying.. I would love to see your photography Mr. Devero"

Devero pour the young woman a rather stiff brandy sweetened with Benedictine.

“To Photography”

The toast made it impossible for Caysia to refuse the drink. He led her to his studio on the second floor he could see the wine and brandy where having their desired effect on her. The walls of the studio where hung with several very tasteful art studies of young women in various states of dress. Soft jazz music was playing in the background rich sultry, and sensual, as he handed her a portfolio the first contained black and whites of the area around the Chalet, and of the Rowan River valley in France. The second where color photographs of sun rises and sunsets, and the third was again black and whites of young women starting with some classic poses and becoming more erotic in nature.

“Well what do you think Caysia?”

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ the wine was warming her.. she could feel it moving.. snaking thru her veins.. heating her very core.. it felt good.. so very good... usually she was very careful about consuming alcohol.. knowing that it tended to.. well.. lower her guard.. the walls she kept around her.. but the wine was sooo delicious.. and the brandy.. that tasting exquisite..

Following him to his studio... as soon as she stepped in.. hearing the lulling notes of the jazz music playing.. the alluring sounds washing over her... she found herself moving slightly to the melody... eyes roaming over the various photos that lined the walls...
Interesting she thought.. His choices to display were certainly.. interesting.. as she moves her gaze from one pic to the next.. she got the chilling feeling that these pictures were of .. a prized possession... the women all had a very... pleasing ... look in their eyes...

"these women" she gestures toward the displayed pictures... " were they.. special to you in some way?"...

This feeling was compounded once more by the photos in the last portfolio... there were several of one particular girl.. a stunning beauty... she striking a chord with Caysia.. her eyes kept going back to those pictures of her.. the more erotic ones... again she got the sense of "possession".... as if he were taking the picture of a prized champion steed... or in this case.. a mare...

" this woman... who.. is.. or was she?"

She did not normally ask such personal questions.. but the photos definitely intrigued her... and scared her ... in the very pit of her stomache.. ~

 

[cgraven]

Devero watched as his little red head, yes he was already thinking of her as his. Swayed to the soft jazz music, she seemed genuinely interested in his work and spent a good deal of time with the third portfolio She hardly noticed that he had twice refilled her brandy snifter.

"These women"

She gestures toward the displayed pictures...

" Were they.. special to you in some way? This woman... who.. is.. or was she?"

Devero swirled his brandy in his snifter, a soft gentle glow danced in his piercing eyes, eyes that could capture and hold the soul of the unwary.

“Yes they where special; to me each possessing a rare beauty all her own.”

“This one Katia………”

Devero leaned over Caysia’s shoulder his cheek just brushed hers as he points to the photograph of a young blonde.

“See the light that dances in her eyes, the turn of her calve.”

Then he turned back t the Photograph of the little brunette that had so seemed to captivate Caysia.

“This is Monique a winsome child so young and innocent se how her beauty comes from with in.”

Devero’s breathe was warm and moist as it washed over the young beauty’s neck. Slowly he straightened. And walked to the table where his 35mm Pentex lay and he took a quick snap shot of Caysia. He walked over to the young woman and brushed her firry silken hair over her shoulder so it draped down over the swell of her breast. Then stepped quickly back.

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“Caysia I would like to take some more shots of you here come see.”

Devero showed her the two shots he had taken in the screen of his Pentex 35mm digital. They had captured an unguarded moment when the young red head was most alluring and for the first time she could see through the camera’s eyes that she was indeed stunning.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ her body tenses as he leans over her shoulder... she could feel his presence.. his essence.. his strength.. so very close to her... a brush of his cheek to hers... skin to skin... warm.. tender... vunerable.. she was looking at the picture he pointed out..
"Katia"
but her mind was racing... she had not let anyone this physically close to her in a long long time... it had to be 10 years.. maybe 9... her breath caught in her chest.. but she manages .. she hopes.. to keep stilled... she did not want him to feel the tremble that sooo wanted to race thru her...

“This is Monique a winsome child so young and innocent se how her beauty comes from with in.”

The heat of his breath gliding over her bared skin.. along the curve of her throat.. she had to consciously keep the moan that threatened to escape from her lips within... her eyes closing .. then opening.. he being so close... she had been alone .. by her own choosing.. for so long... but instead she steps away... as he slowly straightens...

She was hardly aware he had taken a picture of her already.. until he approaches her again.. brushing her crimson tendrils down over her shoulder... the tips tickling just where her nipple could be seen within the silken embrace of her dress...

CLICK

Startled .. she turns away... "no.. don't... " But his words call her to him... a bit reluctant.. she moves to his side.. and looks into the camera screen... eyes wide and wondering...

She saw herself... but surely that was not her... but indeed it was.. for a moment she was embarrassed at the dress she was wearing.. hair cascading down... lacing over the curve of her breast.. almost visable beneath the midnight silk...
Stepping back.. she turns away... a almost violent shake of her head... as if she is trying to regain control...

"I am... flattered .. Mr. Devero... but... I must decline.. I prefer not.. I think I will go to bed... and hope the snow has subsided by tomorrow.. I really need to go... home..."..

She did not want to admit to him that the thought was ... well.. exciting... she felt a bit.. warm.. almost .. fuzzy... the brandy and wine were beginning to get to her... even she could already tell that her words had no... force ... behind them... not like she would have liked... taking a step away from him.. she feels the room begin to move a bit.. as if she were standing on the bow of a moving ship...

"oh .. this is.. not good... I feel..... dizzy"......

 

[cgraven]

"I am... flattered .. Mr. Devero... but... I must decline.. I prefer not.. I think I will go to bed... and hope the snow has subsided by tomorrow.. I really need to go... home...oh .. this is.. not good... I feel..... dizzy"

Devero had felt her breathe catch, when his cheek brushed hers, had seen the crimson blush that had kissed her cheek, the startled look when she saw her own beauty. He knew that this young beauty was ripe for the picking her protests had no force behind her words, he could see how his offer tempted her tempted some secret part of her that she was running from. He did not answer her, did not argue.

CLICK, CLICK , CLICK The shutter seductively whispered Caysia

The jazz selection was now more sensual, more seductive the base beat in time with the little redhead's heart beat.

“Move with the music Caysia”

CLICK, CLICK , CLICK

“Caysia remove your dress dear.”

Devero’s voice mingled with shutter seductively whisper calling to the young beauty to submit.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ closing her eyes... hoping to keep the world from spinning.. the music washing over her... slowly... ever so slowly.. her body sways.. like a leaf that dances in the embrace of a summer breeze.. her body undulates...
Music had always been an "escape" for her.. a way to travel.. on the wings of a melody.. to another place.. another time.. music had always calmed her... lulled her.. gave her strength... and exposed her weaknesses...

her head tilts back.. she taking the last sip of brandy.. feeling the heat rolling down her throat.. the snifter set aside... the music taking her.. along with the chilling sound of the wind outside... a symphony.. a seduction... she began to loose herself in the waves that flow over her...

“Move with the music Caysia”

It was as if the music spoke to her... her eyes opening.. lidded beneath a lacing of crimson lashes... only to close again...
"move.... with... the ... music.. " she whispers to herself...

She did not hear him taking pictures... all she could hear was the release of the music... curling around her.. caressing.. touching.. seducing her...

“Caysia remove your dress dear.”

the words mingling with the notes ... with the beat.. that matched the pulse of her heart...

"remove ... your... dress"...

"remove .... your... dress"...

hands gliding up to the silken straps that embrace her shoulders... feeling the softness slip down...

"remove... your... dress"

her eyes snap open... and she stumbles back... with a low groan... a sudden realization of what was happening.. at least that she were much to ... fuzzy... due to the wine and brandy... and... she had been slipping off her dress.. looking around and then down.. realizing that she had allowed the silk to fall away from one breast... suddenly covering herself.. and turning away....

"No.. wait.. what are you doing... this.. is .. not right.. NO"

 

[cgraven]

"remove .... your... dress"...

hands gliding up to the silken straps that embrace her shoulders... feeling the softness slip down...

Devero watched as his young firry beauty , as if moving in a dream world slowly murmur his command remove .... your... dress. Suddenly her eyes snapped open smoldering, confused soft, and then panic. Her right breast beared, alabaster skin, cinnamon areolas, and dusky rose bud nipples. A scarlet blush colors her cheeks as Caysia stammers.

"No.. wait.. what are you doing... this.. is .. not right.. NO"

The redheaded beauty’s words lack conviction her doe eyes are smoldering with a passion to long denied. Her hand holds the lose fabric over her breast and turns from Devero.

“No Caysia it is not right……………”

He paused his hand on her shoulder as he turns her to face him, his eyes holding her.

“…………………..to hide such beauty. Beauty like yours is meant to be shared, seen appreciated. You are as guilty as those that lock up works of art in a vault, and hide them from sight.”

His hand is on hers, then Devero eases it down, to again expose her naked breast to his gaze.

“Caysia such beauty is meant to be seen not hidden my dear now remove your dress!”

CLICK, CLICK , CLICK

The seductive whisper of the shutter mingles with his soft deep voice hissing in her mind tempting her, bending her will to his.

"Now Move with the music let it flow threw you."

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ His hand rested to her shoulder.. she wanted to pull away.. she knew she should pull away.. but she did not.. standing there.. as if frozen...trembling... a deer caught in the headlights...

HIs hand resting upon hers... then descending .. guiding hers down.. her breast exposed... nipple darkening.. swelling.. her only movement now was the rise and fall of her chest as she caught her breath...

“Caysia such beauty is meant to be seen not hidden my dear now remove your dress!”

His voice.. entwining with the "click" of the shutter.. soothing.. almost hypnotizing... she feels herself wanting to slip under his spell..
but a violent shake of her head brings her back to reality..
Pulling back and away..... the silk again gathered and covering her..

"Stop... NOW... no more PICTURES"...

Clearly she was upset.. a wall suddenly seeming to go up around her... she would not look at Him.. instread her gaze was fixed on the door.. and as she pulls her dress fully on once more.. she steps toward the door...

" I.. need to go back to my room MR. Devero... "...

Her voice took on that "business" tone.. she trying to get out of that room.. away from the music.. the lightheadedness of the brandy and wine.. and him.... ~

 

[cgraven]

Clearly she was upset.. a wall suddenly seeming to go up around her... she would not look at Him.. instead her gaze was fixed on the door.. and as she pulls her dress fully on once more.. she steps toward the door...

" I.. need to go back to my room MR. Devero... "

She wanted to stay he could see that in her eyes, wanted to surrender to the music, the seductive whisper of the camera’s shutter. Yet he knew that she was afraid did not want to face the responsibility of that decision. He knew the young beauty had been raised in an influential home, her manner, her bearing and her dislike for dressing for dinner, and even that cool Business Tone spoke of someone use to talking to servants. Her hand was on the door knob, and she hesitated just for a moment and that is when Devero struck. He trued her to face him his eyes boring into hers , his manner commanding though he had not said a single word yet..

“NO Miss Spring you will not be going to your room.”

Devero did not raise his voice, it was still soft, a counter point to the hot, sensual jazz that filled the room. His lips brushed hers his tongue gliding across her lower lip, the even ridge of her teeth to slip with in her mouth . Devero savored that kiss let it linger, deepen until it seared the little redhead’s soul, and until there was no past, no future, just now just that one seductive kiss..

When Devero broke that kiss Caysia was breathless her back pressed to the door his body pressed to hers.

“Remove your dress Caysia.”

His voice soft mesmerizing, almost hypnotic, yet this time it was not a suggestion, the decision not let to her but a command that must be obeyed.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ the touch of his hand sent an electric shock thru her... her body tensing.. as if to run... run where... she had no where to go... as he turned her to face him.. she got the distinct feeling of being trapped..

her eyes met his... his staring .. as if to invade her.. hers seeming to fire back with a gleam of definance...

"let me...... " she never finished her words...

“NO Miss Spring you will not be going to your room.”

he did not raise his voice... he didn't have to.. she recognized the authority in it.. and shudders... again she tries to protest..

"let... me..." and again her words were taken from her.. by the brush of his lips.. catching her breath.. her words fade into a whimper as his tongue lightly trails her quivering lower lip... "don't" she manages to whisper.. but that does not stop the kiss... his tongue slipping past her lips.. to linger within the warmth of her mouth.. her own meeting and entwining.. her soft moan lightly vibrates over her lips and his..

When he broke the kiss.. she was trembling.. leaning against the door.. the door to freedom.. his body pressed to hers... the strength.. the power within .. evident to her in that moment.. a strength she suddenly knew she had to resist.. had to fight... a sudden memory invades her mind... it takes her only a moment to fight it back into the depths.. she did not need that right now.. not at all.. not at this particular moment..

“Remove your dress Caysia.”

Again she heard the tone... it was unmistakable..


as was hers..

"NO".... one word... that was all she knew she needed to say... to say yes.. would have meant another word would come after.. one she vowed she would never say.. not after what she had seen in her past... so long ago...

 

[cgraven]

When he broke the kiss.. she was trembling.. leaning against the door.. the door to freedom.. his body pressed to hers.

And yet this little beauty did not move, did not slap his face, nor did she try to claw his eyes out, she just stood there. Devero smiled to himself this little beauty, this shy, capable, stunning beauty had, had a master before.

” NO"

Devero did not say anything at first, he simply put Caysia’s hands down by her sides, letting the shimmering silk softly fall to expose her breast again . the little redhead’s areola, was a small puffy mound, her rose bud nipple taunt, and her breath was coming in short gasps. He saw the trapped frightened look in her eyes, a silent plea to please let her go her lips parted as if to speak and Devero simply place a single finger on her full ripe lips.

“Caysia tell me about the man who was your master?”

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

“Caysia tell me about the man who was your master?”

~ His words brought a growl to her lips... as she raised her hands and smacked away his... her lips free'd of his finger.... it did not matter now that she was bare to him again... her anger overshadowed all that...

"I .... have.... never... had ... a Master... "

Her words ripple past her lips... she was seething... yet deep inside she was terrified... what had she walked into... and how was she going to get out of this.... ~