The Underbelly of the Beast [closed for cgraven]

[hells_fury]

Harper Riley had finished college a few months back, the woman was still settling into the company she worked for, the job was mostly done online and she was gaining traction with her amount of followers that she had on her blog. However she was sick of doing fluff pieces, sick of talking about things that had no consequence. She sat there at her desk and looked over her work. When she had been in college she had covered stories that impacted the campus, stories that matter. Now however things were dull and useless. She wasn’t the let's talk about make up type of woman. No she was the type of woman who wanted changed, who strived to force change and shine a light on the darkness.

She browsed through her emails and that was when she got her first anonymous email regarding human trafficking. Reading through it she furrowed her brows, she couldn’t figure out who the sender was, as she tried to investigate her source. She hadread that email multiple times telling her about a ring that had blown into town, being in New York that wouldn’t be difficult, but this felt different.

The email listed one of the hottest BDSM hang out spots, it was also a club that all the younger people seemed to frequent. News clippings had been sent along with the email, showing young women that had gone missing from the club. She needed to check it out and see what was going on with it. This seemed like a story that had possibilities. So she checked in with her editor who had been a long time friend and got their clearance before preparing her attire and look for the night.

Thankfully the woman had plenty of recording devices that were easily hidden and not so easily found or tracked. A few tricks she had picked up when she had been in the military to pay for her college. She would be going to Club Oubliette. One of the hottest upcoming clubs in the area. She had taken her time selecting the outfit. Her long platinum blonde hair curled, providing a soft wave to her hair, the leather pants she donned snugged her hips and would draw the eye without being overly revealing. She wore a matching leather jacket and a snug strapless top. Her heels provided the allure, and helped to accentuate her hips even further. Those gorgeous blue eyes had been highlighted with the proper make up. Looking herself over she rolled her eyes and shook her head. She much preferred wearing jeans, a t-shirt and a pair of running shoes, however that would not get her in the door nor would it get her the attention she knew she needed.

She was dressed for her roll as she hailed a taxi and headed to a club Oubliette. When she arrived she would pay the driver before stepping out. She looked like she belonged, she looked like this was what she was made to do. Stepped up to the velvet ropes she glanced at the line, another calming breath would be had as the woman started to compartmentalize her thoughts. Her nerves had no need of her tonight, this was business not pleasure. Stepping into the line she would smile as the cool night breeze swam around her then. This is where her story would begin and everything from this point forward would be documented. Though she didn’t know how close she was to knocking on Hells Gate.

 

[cgraven]

Jean Batard had opened the Club Oubliette a little over a year ago. The club was an upscale BDSM club a place where Dominates and submissive could indulge in their preferred life style. The Oubliette also attracted the curious who wished to experience the club’s hedonistic atmosphere. Yet that was just the surface for the club was a clearing house for White Slavery.

Oh slavery was nothing new, but it is what happened to other people, men and women from Africa, the Middle East and Asia. Oh yes there were roamer that women from the old Soviet Union where being sold as sex slave. But it did not happen to young white women from Canada and the states. But that is exactly what the emails that Harper Riley had received claimed. At first such an accusation seemed ridiculous. Yet how many young hopefuls arrived daily at Grand Central Terminal or The Port Authority bus terminal daily that had come to New York to seek a career in the theater. If they disappeared who was there to care. Yes the club had been properly named “Oubliette”, the forgotten.

Mikhail was setting at the monitor that covered the front door and the line of hopefuls to see if they would be admitted into the Club Oubliette. Perhaps one in ten would make it in, the rest would be turned away to try on another night. Mikhail noticed a young blonde in line he looked her over from head to toe with an appraising eye. She was dressed the leather pants snugged her hips and drew the eye without being overly revealing. The matching leather jacket and a snug strapless top. Mikhail pressed a button and told the doorman to let the girl in.

Harper Riley was in, several women some older and some younger had been turned away. For every woman that was admitted ten were turned away it was even worst for the men as twenty were turned away for every one admitted. But she was in passed the velvet rope and into the dark interior of the “Oubliette”. The club was dark with a series of booth shaped along the walls. In the center of the room was what appeared to be a dance floor but there was no music or dancing. Men and woman just milled about the floor. It was then when Harper was taking it all in when a rather distinguish man came up to her. “Good evening Miss is this your first time to the Club Oubliette?”

Jean Batard was impeccably dressed in evening attire of a bye gone day. He was tall six foot, his hair was ginger with a touch of sliver at the temples. “Let me introduce myself Jean Batard owner of the Oubliette”. The man spoke with a slight French accent. He took Harper’s hand and raised it to his lips, he turned her hand over and kissed her palm. “So tell me my dear are you a Dominate or a submissive.”

Batard let the question hang between him as he studied ever little reaction and tell of this gorgeous young creature.

 

[hells_fury]

When Harper was selected to be allowed in she offered the door man a knowing smile, as if she wasn’t surprised. She had a role to play after all. Though she didn’t miss the looks that she received from the others in that line, the ones who had not been allowed inside. Walking into the building she would take it in, but her face was a mask, she knew how to play her role she knew how to blend into a crowd and that had been what she was pushing to do. She needed to stick out just enough to get attention, but not enough that she would be found out as what and who she was.

When the man approached she would meet his gaze briefly before her gaze had looked down to where he took her hand and pressed a kiss to each side. That gaze would look back up to him then, as a sly grin bowed her lips. “Pleasure to meet you, Jean Batard, I’m Harper.” She would pause then, her name wasn’t online the woman wrote under a pseudonym. So she knew even giving her actually name was safe. “I am a switch Mr. Batard.” She would offer him that same grin then before she briefly glanced around.


“This is a lovely club you have here.” She had a whiskey tone to her voice as it dripped in a honey sort of way. Everything about her seemed to be playing a game now, she was playing a role, and her game of cat and mouse was going into full swing. “What about you… dominant… or submissive?” She would say to him her eyes plainly looking him up and down as her velvet tongue ran across those lush lips, before those blue eyes would look back up to the man, she didn’t shy away from him or his gaze.

 

[cgraven]

Jean Batard watched as the charming young creature let the tip of her little pink tongue slide across the sensual bow of her lips as she lifted her azure blue eyes to his. “Pleasure to meet you, Jean Batard, I’m Harper. I am a switch Mr. Batard.” She offer him that seductive little impish grin before lowering her stunning blue eyes demurely before raising them to briefly glanced around. The girl made no effort to move away.

“This is a lovely club you have here.” Her voice was soft and deep like a fine sip of whisky laced with just a touch of the sensual. “What about you… dominant… or submissive?” “A dominate Harper most defiantly a Dominate my dear young lady.[/i] Batard still held Harper’s hand, he smiled and devilishly asked; “Which is it this evening Harper a submissive or a Dominate.” Before the young beauty could answer he pressed a single finger to his lips. “ No don’t tell me now Harper let me show you what the club has to offer.”

Something nagged at the back of Jean’s mind. The young blonde was dressed to entice, but not too much, she spoke in a husky sensual voice, and said she was a switch. Young Miss Harper had all the right answers but some how he felt she was putting on a face, playing a game. If he had any sense he would bow and move off and yet something about this rare beauty called to him.

“Harper shall we see some of the things the club Oubliette has to offer a discriminating young “switch” like yourself. True to his nature Jean Batard took Harper by the arm and started her tour of the club. The booths around the perimeter of the club were occupied by doms and subs in various stage of dress with as others looked on. They slowly circled the room and came to a stair case. “Would you like to see what our private rooms have to offer to a young “Switch” like yourself Harper?”

 

[hells_fury]

Harper stood there watching Jean, her eyes never leaving the man. He was the owner and she knew he had to know about the underbelly of his own club. She just didn’t know if he was a part of it, or was being forced into it. Regardless that seductive little smile remained on the womans lips. When she had heard his question she had every intention of answering the man till he followed it with a finger to his lips. Her eyes would hover there momentarily staring at his lips before returning to meet the man's gaze.

By all means Mr. Batard show me the way.” Her tone was playful and seductive when she spoke. As he began showing her the festivities of the club she would take it all in. Regardless of the game she was playing this had been her first time here and she was genuinely curious. She would watch a few of the couples before that gaze watched the man that was showing her around his club. A slow lick of her lips would be had, this time merely because she couldn’t help herself and she could not stop looking at him.

With her arm linked in his she couldn’t deny the slight flutter she felt being so close to the man. Yes Harper was a switch though in truth she didn’t ever need to act. The woman lead a busy life and usually she remained that way. So her romance interests or sexual interests tended to die. When she heard the man mention the private rooms she would gaze back up to him, her blue depths swirling with intrigue as she did. ”Very much so Mr. Batard.” here was almost an edge of nervousness to her tone then. Questions began pooling in her mind, would she be alone with him, would he hold interest in someone such as her.

Before those thoughts went to far though she pushed them off. Her attention returning to the present. “Tell me Mr. Batard do you frequent these private rooms yourself?” She would ask him in that playful tone she held. Curious if the man partook in his own club. When he wasn’t looking her way she would steal glances of him, appreciating the way he dressed and just how delicious he looked in the clothing, she had to wonder what he would look like without it. Though those were not thoughts she could afford right now.

 

[cgraven]

”By all means Mr. Batard show me the way.” Her voice was light and airy and yet it had a deep sensual quality to it. And yet Jean Batard noticed something else just a bit of fear, no that was not it trepidation. That heady mixture of fear and curiosity. With her arm linked in his he felt a slight flutter pass through her gorgeous young body. Jean began showing Harper the festivities of the club as was pleased that she took it all in as she remained curled at his side as she held his arm. Batard noticed a look of appreciation from some of the club’s patrons, he also noticed looks of envy from other of the “Oubliette’s” patrons. When they reached the bottom of an ornate staircase Jean leaned forward and whispered in Harper’s ear, “Would you like to see what our private rooms have to offer to a young “Switch” like yourself Harper?” As he spoke his hot moist breath washed over the gorgeous little blue eyed blonde’s neck and started the stray hairs at the nape of her neck dance so seductively with every word he spoke.

”Very much so Mr. Batard.” Jean could hear the note of nervous in Harper Riley’s voice and it peeked his interest even more in the stunning young blond. He led the winsome Miss up the stair case his arm linked in hers. When they reached the head of the stairs Jean led Harper through a door and into a back corridor. He walked up to a large slide window but before he could draw back the slide Harper asked, “Tell me Mr. Batard do you frequent these private rooms yourself?” Jean smiled his hand still resting on the handle of the slide. “Only if I have a vivacious and pleasing little submissive, “ He turned to face Harper his lips softly brushed hers in a fleeting kiss leaving the young beauty to wonder if she had really been kissed. “ Miss Riley shall we see what is behind the slide?” he was standing just a breath away from Harper his dark hazel eyes holding her stormy azure blue eyes captive in his gaze.

“Well Mss Riley!”

 

[hells_fury]

The man seemed to be a walking advertisement for sex appeal, Harper would of had to have been blind to not see that. She caught the envious stares but in her mind most of the attention was directed at the man who was showing her around the club. In truth she didn’t care what others thought, she didn’t care why they thought she was here. She had a purpose, research and hours pouring over the internet had been spent to get this far, and had she not received the email she had gotten from the anonymous source well she would have been frequenting a few clubs for her research not just Oubliette.

When the man stopped before the screen those eyes would gaze up to him then. A touch of curiosity showing through. She felt that all too chaste kiss, and one slender delicate eyebrow would arch as she looked at the man then, a slow sly grin would bow her lips before she would nod. “Mmm I would imagine a man such as yourself has no issue finding whatever little submissive you desire.” It was a taunt, she was pushing, seeking for his buttons. The woman couldn’t help it, that came natural to her. Her boss however seemed to rather enjoy her jests and she had to wonder how Mr. Batard would feel about it.

The leather clothing clung to her body, and she could feel her heart sped up just a tad. It wasn’t enough to deter the woman or stop her. Logic dictated now would be the time to leave, she was heading to a private area and if her suspicions were true that could prove to be dangerous. Not that she had come without a back up plan, no she had plenty to keep her own ass covered and safe, the woman knew how the games were played, she had seen the worst of people, she had photographed in while she had been in the military so she made sure to be prepared. She hadn’t responded when the man asked about seeing what was behind the slide but when he punctuated her name she would cock her head to the side and nod to him. “By all means, lets see what ‘you’ have to offer.” She would smirk a devilish smirk then.

 

[cgraven]

When stopped before the screen those eyes stunning azure blue eyes gaze up to him shown with touch of curiosity that intrigued Jean. At his fleeting little chaste kiss, one slender delicate eyebrow arch as Harper looked at the man then, a slow sly grin would bow her lips “Mmm I would imagine a man such as yourself has no issue finding whatever little submissive you desire.”

So this little blonde minx liked to play games Jean Batard smiled to himself, the question was how far she would go with her little taunting game. She hadn’t responded when Jean had asked about seeing what was behind the slide Harper cocked her head to the side and nod to him. “By all means, let’s see what ‘you’ have to offer.” She would smirk a devilish smile then as she continued to taunt him.

When Jean made the subtle shift from Harper to Miss Riley she should have know something had changed between them. Batard slid back the screen and in the room beyond were an older man and a very young girl, no older than eighteen. She was naked and on her knees before the man, her long red hair bound in a tight braid. The young girl took the man’s cock in her delicate hands and began to caress it.

Batard stepped up behind Harper his body pressed so close to her she could feel the heat from it. “Such a willing little sub she is Miss Riley.” His hand slipped around Harper’s waist as he drew her to him, the stray hairs at the nape of her neck danced in every word he spoke. “See how she worships him, brings his cock to life.” As they watched the young redhead kisses the tip of the man’s cock. Her lips “O”ed as she took him into her mouth. Jean’s right hand cupped Harpers left breast, his thumb brushed across her nipple through her clothing. His left hand boldly cupped her pussy and he traced the lines of her labia through her leather pants. “ What if you are little submissive I desire Miss Riley?”

Harper Riley was caught between Jean Batard, the lured scene play out before her and her own fears and dark desires. Logically Harper should flee, flee this man and his temptations.

 

[hells_fury]

Harper stood there with Jean, the little game of cat and mouse in full swing now. She felt the man step up behind her, as her gaze had been drawn to the redhead that was pleasing the far older man. She watched, though she was more intrigued by the one behind. Then she heard it, she heard his words and him refer to her as Miss. Riley. She didn’t recall giving her last name to the man that was when her heart rate would sore, the same moment when wrapped his arms around her.

Her breath would hitch, perhaps due to his touch and perhaps due to the realization and implications. She wasn’t published not under her real name. Harper had played it safe, she used a pseudonym to hide her true identity. She felt Jean as he drew her closer to him, and those words he had spoken swam in her mind. Her nervousness about him knowing her last name made for a heady mix as she watched what was on display before her.

His touch at her breast and the delicate area between her legs would cause her to lean into him, her thoughts seeming to not catch up to what was happening to her. That was when she seemed to spring into life, and finally respond to him. Her body would go rigid against his, her nerves and logic finally catching up. She would take in a sharp intake of breath before she would attempt to turn in the man's arms and face him. Her gaze would like directly up into his then. All shyness seeming to fade. ”No Mr. Batard what type of woman would I be if I simply let you have your way with me… another notch on your bedpost. One more conquest for you..” She would shake her head then. She couldn’t deny the way her body responded to the man, her nipples pressing against the top she wore showing that response, and thankfully the leather pants would hide just how wet the woman was in that moment. She was used to denying herself, used to having to go home and just take care of herself and get back to work. However, it had been a long time if ever that a man such as Jean Batard had touched her. No she hadn’t been with a man, not in that sense.

She should run, she knew now was the time to walk away to seek the fresh air of the outside. To get out of the walls of this building, something about Jean Batard though pulled her in though, and she was frozen in place as she faced him, her eyes seeking out his. Her body responded to his touch but her mind screamed for the woman to run. She wasn’t consenting to anything, she knew better, she wasn’t just going to give him what he wanted, because he made her panties wet.

 

[cgraven]

Jean could smell the seductive musky scent of Harper’s growing arousal. Her supple young body was responding to his touch, her nipple becoming hard under the pad of his thumb. Jean Smiled as he cupped her pussy and the gorgeous young beauty lean back into his arms,. What a delightful little sub Harper was proving to be. Then suddenly that gorgeous young body stiffened as she struggled to turn in his arms. Her smoldering azure blue eyes sought his dark golden hazel eyes. ”No Mr. Batard what type of woman would I be if I simply let you have your way with me… another notch on your bedpost. One more conquest for you..”.

Batard could see that this delicious young creature knew she should run, knew now was the time to walk away as far as she could and to seek the fresh air of the outside. Harper knew it was time to get out of the club Yet she stood there wrapped in his arms her body pressed to his, her smoldering blues seeking his gaze, there was something about Jean Batard that pulled her in, and Harper seemed to be frozen in place as she faced him, her eyes seeking out his. Batard loved the way her supple young body was responded to his touch. Oh the little submissive innocent little mind may screamed for the girl to run that she wasn’t consenting to anything. Batard could see in the shimmering blue depth of her eyes Harper knew better than to stay, and her determination that she wasn’t just going to give him what he wanted, because he made her panties wet.

Yet here she stood in his arms her smoldering blue eyes searching his. Jean pressed Harper back against the wall, he slowly lowered his mouth to hers and he kissed Harper long and hard. It was no fleeting kiss to leave her wondering if she had truly been kissed. No it was a kiss that demanded that she surrender to it a kiss that lingered and deepened until they shared that same life giving breath. “ I want you Miss Riley and you want me.” It was not a question but a statement of fact. “ Don’t deny it young lady your supple young body speaks quite clearly as to what it wants.”

The moment had come when Miss Harper Riley would have to surrender to Batard or run, run for the life she had made for herself or become his in way that seemed to frighten her, frighten her that she may loose herself.

 

[hells_fury]

Time seemed frozen in that moment, those icy blue eyes gazing up into his golden firey depths. She stood there taking a slow calculated breath. Trying to regain control of her body. Harper knew how to handle men, she knew how to deal with the lascivious comments, but that burning gaze the man before her now seemed to hold, that gaze that seemed to look beyond the woman and into her very soul froze her in place. She looked at Jean Batard in that moment and her rational mind seemed to go blank. She failed to move, failed to run as she should have.

She felt her back press against the wall and realized he had put her there. Before she could speak or even form a coherent thought his lips were pressed to hers, sucking the breath out of her. Those soft lush lips would return that smoldering kiss, her hands moving to settle against his chest, though she failed to push him away. She failed to push the man off of her and force her way out of the club. She knew she should have. That kiss set the woman on fire though, pulling her further into the mans spell and captivating her.

When the kiss broke her velvet tongue would glide along those now swollen lips. Lips that had obviously been freshly kissed. Her icy gaze would look up into his when he spoke. The words seemed to cloud her sense of judgement or perhaps that had been the searing kiss. She wasn’t sure anymore. She felt her body come alive under him, she felt herself being pulled and lulled into whatever game he seemed to be playing. She knew she had to choose, was she going to give in or run. Her mind screamed for her to run, her body however seemed to want nothing more to have far less clothing between them.

Another breath would be taken as she looked at the man. “And if I say no… if I run, will you try to stop me…” She would say then, her tone husky now, and laced with her own desire… “What if I stay, what will you do, have your way with me and then discard me..” Her own thoughts poured out of her mouth, oh she was surely playing with fire now. And a spark seemed to light up in her eyes before she pressed herself firmly against him, her lips would find his neck before pressing a feather light kiss to his flesh. “I’m no one’s toy Mr. Batard.” She would pur then. That icy blue gaze would seek his golden gaze once more. ”So tell me.. Mr. Batard… how bad do you want me?” She was surely playing with fire now. For whatever reason though the woman couldn’t stop herself. She knew she couldn’t be his only interest, but in that moment she wanted his attention on her and only on her, Harper was many things, and this seemed to be a new side to the sweet innocent woman she was. To the woman no one ever truly got to see.

The words she had spoken had been met to provoke the man, she wanted to see his reaction. To know if she affected him to the same depths he seemed to be affecting her. Though she imagined from the gazes received by his patrons she wasn’t the only woman to have fallen under his captivating gaze. But oh she wanted to be, she wanted to be the only thing he thought about. Her thoughts bounced a few more times as logic tried to force its way back in, forcing her to pull back from him, as her chest seemed to rise and fall rapidly with every breath she took.

 

[cgraven]

“ I want you Miss Riley and you want me.” It was not a question but a statement of fact. “ Don’t deny it young lady your supple young body speaks quite clearly as to what it wants.”

Harper was standing there her back pressed to the wall. Her hands rested on his chest yet she did not push him away. The stunning little blue eyed blonde she took a long slow breath as if Harper was trying to steady her nerves. “And if I say no… if I run, will you try to stop me…” Harpers breath was husky laced with her building arousal.“What if I stay, what will you do, have your way with me and then discard me..” Harper was playing with fire now. A spark seemed to light up in her eyes before she pressed herself firmly against him, her lips would find his neck before pressing a feather light kiss to his flesh. “I’m no one’s toy Mr. Batard.” She would purr then. That icy blue gaze would seek his golden gaze once more. ”So tell me.. Mr. Batard… how bad do you want me?”

Jean had not answered any of Harper’s taunting questions. She had not run but had kissed him instead. “How badly do I want you Miss Riley?” Without another word Jean slipped the leather jacket form Harper’s shoulders, slid it down her arms till it held them captive at the young blonde’s side. Then he ripped her snug little blouse from her. “I want you enough to take you Miss Riley!” Batard’s voice was thick with his own rising passion and desire for the little blonde. “I want to see that gorgeous young body of yours Miss Riley!” His hazel eyes were smoldering with striking flecks of gold shimmering in them. “Strip for me Miss Riley!”

Jean Batard stepped back. He left Harper an avenue to escape but he was through playing cat and mouse games with this delicious beauty. If she stayed she would be his, until he tired of her. If she ran, well that would be the end of their little game.

 

[hells_fury]

Harper felt him rip her jacket down her arms, she felt him pin her. Her gaze remained on Jean in that moment, taking the man in. She heard his commands, she registered the fact that he had instructed her to strip, but in that moment she stood there silent. Her brain screaming for her to walk away, to leave. She should leave and she knew it. Time seemed frozen in that moment. As she allowed the leather jacket to fall to the flower. Her gaze flicked about realizing just how public they presently were. She looked back to him then.


She looked up to him taking a few deep breaths, letting the cooler air surround her as she tried to think through what to do. She wanted him that was certain, but was she truly ready to strip for the man, was she ready to give him that kind of control over her…. She paused leaning her back against the wall then trying to figure out what to do, but in that moment her body wanted one thing and her mind another, and with his hands finally off of her she could finally slowly begin to think again.

 

[cgraven]

“I want you enough to take you Miss Riley!” Batard’s voice was thick with his own rising passion and desire for the little blonde. “I want to see that gorgeous young body of yours Miss Riley!” His hazel eyes were smoldering with striking flecks of gold shimmering in them. “Strip for me Miss Riley!”

Jean Batard had not minced his words and he had made his desires for Harper quite clear to the young beauty. He was tired of playing little word games and games of cat and mouse with this gorgeous young blonde and to prove his point her ripped her little top as her leather jacket slid down her arms to the floor. Stripped to the wait her lacey little bra her only scrap of modesty left to her. Harper was still frozen in place. She looked up to him took a few deep breaths, the cooler air surround her caressing her newly barred flesh. Jean could see that Harper was trying desperately to think what to do. Batard could tell how aroused Harper was as the sweet musky fragrance of her arousal hung heavy in the still air of the club. It was obvious that at any minute that vey could be discovered.

Batard stepped back from where he had Harper pined to the wall, he would give her one more chance to run like a frighten little rabbit. Those stunning blue eyes were a window into Harper Riley’s innocent young soul. Batard could see the war that was raging in that young soul he could see that her body was more than ready to surrender to him and yet it was also clearer her agile young mind quite another. Fear to surrender control to him and yet there was her dark desire.

He stood back from Harper, the decision had to be hers, hers to run or hers to give over control to him. “Miss Riley I asked you to strip. Shall you or do you desire that I should leave.” Batard had backed Harper Riley into a corner he was forcing the stunning you blonde to make a decision now.

 

[hells_fury]

He had most definitely backed her into a corner and was forcing she make a decision. "If I am to strip I would prefer a private room." She would tell him then as she took another breath. What was she doing...She should leave or step out, however her top was torn from her and she couldn't just walk out now. No the man had effectively trapped the woman where she was.

Choices had lead her here. Right, wrong or otherwise, choices she had made freely lead her to this point. She stood there looking at Mr. Batard, her hands caressing her own skin then as she waited to see if he would take her to a private area. "So shall we go somewhere private, or if you would rather I can pick my coat up and get out of your way."

She couldn't believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. She wanted to play with that fire, she wanted to enjoy the man. Regardless of risks, regardless of the logic. She could have one enjoyable night, one night of not worrying about the next day. So she took a step over to the man her tongue running along her lips then.

 

[cgraven]

Time stood still as Harper Riley decided whether to surrender to this man that she was inexplicable was being drawn to even though logic and her past life told her to run, run as quickly and far as she could. Harper stood there looking at Batard, her hands caressing her own skin, as he had caressed her only moments ago. The young blue eyed blonde took a deep steadying breath before she spoke; "If I am to strip I would prefer a private room."
Jean Batard was pleased as this was the first chink in her armor, the first time she did not taunt him. It was clear that Harper Riley wished to maintain some sense of modesty, Batard thought it was so charmingly innocent. Then Harper made a mistake and demanded; "So shall we go somewhere private, or if you would rather I can pick my coat up and get out of your way." Fire flashed in his eyes he grabbed Harper by the wrists, raised her hands above her head, his body pressed hard to hers. Harper could feel the line of his cock through their clothing. His smoldering hazel eyes held the girl’s captive. His mouth crushed to hers in a violent passionate kiss. He let the kiss linger and deepen till once more time stood still for the innocent young blonde. There was no past, there was no future, there was just here and now and his body so seductively pressed to hers. Slowly he broke the kiss leaving Harper Riley gasping to catch her breath.

“If you wish to leave Miss Riley then leave…….” Again his mouth crushed to Harper’s in a soul searing kiss. “….. or you may strip right now Miss Riley the choice is yours.”

There was to be now private room for now. Again he let the little blue eyed innocent see the pleasures that could be hers if she surrendered to him. It was time that the little “Switch” decide if she was a dominatrix or a sub.

 

[hells_fury]

When he pressed to her, and his lips crushed into hers, she couldn’t deny the attraction she felt. All sense of logic seemed to be fleeting in that moment, and she would push herself even closer to the man then. Pressing her body firmly against his. Then his words filled her mind, though he didn’t give her much time to think as another searing kiss was crushed against her lips. Her hands stopped caressing her own body then before she would reach behind her back with her left hand and unhook her bra.

In a slow sensuous move she would remove her bra from him then. Her eyes remaining on the man now before her. She wanted to see more of him to feel more of him. “I want to see what you do to your submissives Mr. Batard.. Please show me.” A switch had gone off in her mind, and where the feistiness had once been now a new glint shone in her. Something more demure and innocent. Her gaze would dip then as she bowed her head to the man her arms wrapping around her midsection as the woman felt incredibly vulnerable in that moment. “I don't wish to leave.. Not yet.” She would say in that honey tone now that she seemed to hold. She didn’t like the idea of leaving without knowing more, without experiencing more. Usually she liked to be in control mainly because no one had ever pushed the woman to the point where she could do anything else besides be in control. So when power was given to her she took it. She was tired of being in power though. She wanted to be free of it.

With her head bowed she would unbutton her leather pants before slowly pulling off her shoes and standing barefoot now before him. Her short stature coming more into view as the heels slipped off her feet. She stood at a height of 5’1 before the man. Her heart hammered inside her chest before she made one last daring move, and she sunk to the floor to kneel before him. “Please Mr. Batard show me..” She would say on a breath then, she could feel that tension and desire inside her core like a snake, weaving throughout her and eliciting a whole new level of excitement. All logic flew out the window and she was just thankful she hadn’t worn a wire.

 

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Jean Batard did not budge in the least he was the Dom and this little switch needed to learn that she in this relationship was the sub. There was no doubt that Harper Riley’s gorgeous young body was responding to him physically and the more she hesitated, the longer that Harper remained frozen in place his body pressed so seductively to hers the more she sank in to the role of His sub.

Harpers stopped sensually caressing her own supple body. Her smoldering blue eyes sought his then before she could stop herself the stunning young beauty reach behind her back with her left hand and unhook her bra. Batard watched as the lacy garment slid down her arms and away from her body to flutter to the floor. Now naked to the waist; “I want to see what you do to your submissive’s Mr. Batard.. Please show me.” Harper’s voice had lost it taunting tempting note and now was that of a little lost girl searching for something more that she already knew. Harper Riley then demurely lowered her stunning blue eyes her voice little more that a whisper. “I don't wish to leave.. Not yet.” For the first time in her young life Harper Riley was not in control and Batard could see it both scared her and intrigued her at the same time.
Harper slowly pulling off her shoes to stand barefoot now before him, with her head bowed she would unbutton her leather pants, hooked her thumb in the waistband and slowly slid her pants and panty down the long sculptured columns of her legs to stand naked before him. Her heart hammered inside her chest sunk to the floor to kneel before him naked as the day she was born. Again in that little lost girl voice Harper begged; “Please Mr. Batard show me..”

“Miss Riley do you remember how that little redhead worshiped his cock, took it into her mouth, and pleased him.” Jean had made it quite clear that he wanted the naked little blonde beauty to do the same to him. And he wanted her to preform the act here where any moment they could be discovered.

 

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Harper knelt there before the man, that provocative gaze remaining on him. His words infiltrated her mind, and where she usually would have paused tonight the blonde had chosen to walk on the dark side. To delve into the pits of hell and see if she could survive it. Delicate hands would slide up his pants before finding the belt, she would undo it before finally she would reach the button and zipper. She would make quick nimble work of his pants, freeing the mans cock from the hold of them.

That velvet tongue would run along her lush lips before she would lean into him, her breath caressing over his flesh before lips would wrap around him then. Her tongue would glide over the head of his cock, before those luscious lips would glide along him then. Her gaze remaining on the man before her now. Her brain seeming to check out in the moment as she allowed herself to become lost in the moment and let herself be free. Free from her usual restraint and control, free from the usual bondage and armor she wore. Tonight she did what she wanted and she stopped herself from holding back. She could feel the warmth begin to grow in her body wondering what the man would do next.

That sultry gaze remained on him as something inside her had shifted, where before he would have seen doubt now he would only see intrigue and her wanton sexual desire that was brewing inside of her now. She watched him, as she continued to take him in her mouth. Those silky lips gliding along his cock as she did.

 

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Harper looked so adorable as she knelt there before the man in all her naked glory, her gaze remaining on him. His words “Miss Riley do you remember how that little redhead worshiped his cock, took it into her mouth, and pleased him.” seductively echoing in her young innocent mind. At first Harper’s delicate hands tentatively slid up his pants before reaching Jean’s belt. Harper’s cheeks flushed crimson before finally reaching the button and zipper of his fly. Then a boldness seemed to creep into the stunning young blonde and she made quick nimble work of his pants. Her soft eyes grew wide as she freed Batard’s and came face to face for the first time with a man’s cock.

Jean Batard watched as Harper Riley hesitated for a moment, her little pink tongue sensual running across the bow of her lips, then slowly Harper leaned forward, her lips slowly parted and her golden head dipped to take him into her hot, moist, sweet, chaste mouth. There was a wanton desire in this young beauty and yet her sweet suckling of him was naïve as if this was her first time pleasing a man so. Yet Batard could smell that sweet dusky scent of the girl’s growing arousal. He could see the searching look in her young eyes, was she doing right? Was she pleasing him? Even as her golden head was bobbing up and down the length of his cock her gaze remained on him as if seeking his approval.

Batard slipped from Harper’s heavenly mouth, his ridged cock bobbing and weaving like a snake ready to strike, He cupped her chin and drew her up fully on to her knees. “How many men have had you Miss Riley?” He paused for a moment, his gaze holing hers captive it was almost as if her young soul and its secrets were barred to him. “ Have you ever pleased a man with your mouth and throat before Miss Riley?” Just by the questions he asked it seemed that he knew that despite all she had done and allowed him to do to her that he somehow knew that she was a virgin.

“Have you ever been with a man sexually Miss Riley?”

The question was asked and for a moment silence lingered between them, the naked beauty kneeling at his feet.

 

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When his fingers lifted her chin so that she was fully upon her knees that gaze remained on the man. Slowly that sweet velvet tongue would flick out to run along those silky lush lips. Hearing his questions Harper would take another breath before answering the man, causing her voluptuous chest to rise and fall. She felt as if she had a knot in her throat and her nerves were sent on edge, causing all the muscles in her body to tighten then. She shook her head slowly, causing those pale blonde ringlets to cascade around her shoulders. “No Mr. Batard.”

Then her gaze fell and she sighed deeply as if the woman had become defeated in a manner of moments. Her hair fell around her face as she looked down at the floor then. Her head shaking softly back and forth in that defeated manner. “I do apologize if I have wasted your time.” She would say then before looking back up to him, her features now hiding all the emotions that warred within her supple body. She would move then slowly attempting to stand. The air around her seeming far cooler in that moment. Though before she had managed to stand something stopped her. Causing her to remain there knelt before the man, that icy gaze slowly trailing over his body. She couldn’t help that sweet little tongue from licking her lips in that wanton manner.

Another sigh pressed past those lips then. “I am sorry Mr. Batard I never met to waste your time.” She would state then. The woman having long forgotten about her purpose for even coming to the club, no her own desire and need had taken over all of her thoughts, completely. Head fell once again as that gaze shifted back to the floor, causing her hair to fall around her face hiding her from the man. Head bowed before him, her hands would drop from him then and move to rest at her sides. She didn’t move to stand though, she waited for his response, waited for what would happen next, whatever it may be.

 

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“Have you ever been with a man sexually Miss Riley?” The question hung between them. The naked girl hesitated her cheeks turning from crimson to scarlet. Then shyly, like a schoolgirl caught in a lie, she shook her golden head and meekly answered him; “No Mr. Batard.” So this stunning young creature was a virgin, a young innocent ready to be shaped and molded.

Harper dropped her gaze from him, her shoulders slumped, as she knelt there her secret out, defeated, a fraud. Yet in that moment of her defeat she looked so adorable and so lost. “I do apologize if I have wasted your time.” Such a sad little thing her down cast eyes unable to meet his piercing gaze. Harper Riley stammered, “I am sorry Mr. Batard I never met to waste your time.” Her chin was still resting in the palm of his hand, his thumb gently stroked the young girl’s cheek. She seemed so heartbroken and every time she opened her pretty7 little mouth she was apologizing to him. Jean Batard began to believe that Miss Harper Riley was by nature a submissive. He decided to see just how deep her submissive streak was.

“Miss Riley would you like to learn how to please a man with that sweet little mouth of yours my dear?” He lifted Harper’s chin until her gaze met his. He smiled down into her tear shimmering eyes. “Start as you did before Miss Riley.” As she lowered her head to once more take him into her sweet chaste mouth he let his fingers run through the silken tresses of her blonde hair. He let her hair drip from his finger tips as if it were living molten gold. Slow Batard began to instruct Harper in how to please him with her sweet mouth and little pink tongue. Then he began to encourage her to take more and more of his length in to that sweet chaste mouth until she gagged as his cock pushed into her throat. “Relax Miss Riley breath through your nose.” His voice was deep almost hypnotic. “Try again Miss Riley.”

 

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She felt each caress of his thumb and she could feel that fire beginning to burn within her. At his question she responded. Those luscious lips wrapping around the head of his cock. She took each of his suggestions and would follow the instruction provided to her. Each slow breath she took would be through her nose, taking everything slow as her head began to bob, taking him as deep as she could within her mouth. When that first gag came, she could feel the tears beginning to well in her eyes then. Though she didn’t stop. She would take him inside of her mouth once more until she felt him at the back of her throat. Slow unsure movements would follow as she managed to take him deeper within. Her nose brushing against his flesh as she did.

She could feel her gag reflex working though it hadn’t been as bad as the first time. Her body seemed to warm even with the lack of clothing the woman wore. Her delicate fingers would move up along his thighs then, the tips caressing along his clothed thighs. She would continue to run her mouth up and down along his cock as her tongue began massaging the man, the more comfortable she became. Eyes would slowly close as she lost herself in the moment, and seemed to begin to respond to him naturally allowing herself to savor everything he offered to her.

Carefully she would slip her lips from around him, cerulean hues looking up to the man then, an utterly innocent and wanton look showing clearly in her gaze. “How is that Sir?” the word seemed to slip past her lips, as that honey soaked tone left her. She looked at him eager to hear his response. Hoping she was pleasing the man in the manner of which he so desired. She looked at him waiting, her tongue once again running along her lips as she knelt there before him in all of her naked glory.

 

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What a delicious creature young Harper Riley was and possessed of such a deep submissive nature as well. The young dark haired beauty followed each of his instructions in the art of cock sucking and deep throating a man, dutifully. Each time Harper’s gag reflex made her fail, the young beauty tried again until she could take all of Batard’s cock deep into her chaste virgin throat. Suddenly Harper let jean’s cock slip from between her moist ripe lips she raised her eyes to meet his stead gaze and then in a lost little girl voice she asked as she blush the most delightful shade of pink; “How is that Sir?” Harper looked at Jean eager to hear his response. Hope that she pleased him shinning in her wide innocent eyes, she was eager to please him in the manner which seemed to so desire. Harper looked at him waiting, her tongue once again sensually running along her lips as she knelt there before.

“You are learning quickly Miss Riley.” He paused, the back of his hand caressing her velvet cheek, reinforcing that growing bond between Master and submissive. “But you must learn to swallow a man’s cum if you truly wish to please him. Now shall we try to let you truly please me Miss Riley?” Batard did not wait for an answer from the young virgin beauty but let the velvet tip of his cock brush across the sensual bow of Harper’s lips. “Begin Miss Riley!” His voice was a dark seductive command that wrapped around the naked kneeling beauty his fingers entwined in Harper’s golden silken tress, he drew her closer to him, but it would be her decision to obey or to run.