Twisted Paths ~ for Lady Kit & I~

[BLACK BART]

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OOC: Thank you Lady Kit for once again joining me in a dance of our minds ​

“Twisted Paths”​

“We’re right on time and your car is waiting Mr……?”

The well-shaped stewardess leaned invitingly forward with a pleasant smile on her pretty face, her eyes roaming first the man’s face, and then running across his broad shoulders, then lean body as he relaxed on the Boeing 777’s first class lounge chair.

“Talon, call me Talon”

Yes, Sir… Talon, don’t think it too forward of me, but New York is my lay over for the weekend and I thought… maybe…”

She smiled again then chewed on her lower lip, ruby red lipstick making it even fuller then it was as she waited for an answer breathlessly…Her eyes hung on his own dark orbs, then strayed to his jet black hair that curled to his shoulders, her own body reacted to the draw of his as she hung on his words.

“Another time perhaps my sweet child, but do me a favor now if you would and tell me the name of the woman over there?”

Talon smiled, and the smile washed away the disappointment on the stewardess face, suddenly happy again that she could serve the man in any way, she pirouetted gracefully to identify the woman, her face in a confused frown as she turned slowly back with her answer.

“J T Burke, into real estate, commercial development, but why are you interested in her when….?”


“No offense my child, but this Lady is a woman, while you are but a girl….”

Talon smiled again and shooed the fawning stewardess away, his eyes studying the woman gently, his mind recalling the name and finding it hard to associate the visage of sultry beauty with her harsh reputation.

He felt the aircraft shudder slightly as the woman raised her eyes to meet his own, his smile coming once again as he continued his study of her, noting that her lips were full and alluring without the aid of any makeup, and that her golden, slightly tousled hair was almost near mesmerizing…

“Timeless, she possesses a timeless beauty”​

The thought came to his mind as he rose to slip into his suit jacket, knowing to be ready for when the aircraft landed the flight crew would be disembarking the first class passengers first, his muscled shoulders shrugging the expensive tailored suit into place, his lips curling into a wider smile as the woman watched his body with unabashed interest, and the smooth male voice of the pilot intruded.

“Ladies and gentlemen, Flight 230 is On time and will be arriving at Gate 33, please have your carry-on luggage with you, and be seated now as we make our final landing vectors, Our weather is pouring rain for the next few days but sunshine hopefully on Monday… thank you for flying United”

Minutes later the pilots words had come true, the unloading of passengers moving swiftly in the hands of men and women who had repeated the process near countless times, the weather also holding true outside the glass walls and exits as Talon’s man approached with a tired small and an umbrella. His eyes searched out and found the blond haired woman, her own face in a frown as it seemed her ride was either late or completely missing, the early hour of the morning guaranteeing a lengthy and often unwanted wait for private transport.


“Tend to the luggage while I speak to her”

Talon nodded in the woman’s direction, moving calmly with purpose, his eyes not missing the curves of her body as she stood tensely and slammed her cell phone into an expensive hand bag.

“Rough weather often delays the best services, Let me offer you a ride in my own car Miss Burke, my driver can drop you off on the way and save you an unwanted stay at this luxurious… terminal?”

He smiled as he spoke, pausing and trying to find a word not too scathing in his estimation of the over worked and under kept facilities, the wind howling louder and lightning flashing as if ordered to help him make his point…

 

[Lady_Kit]

J.t.

OOC: Thank you Bart, for once again leading me onto the floor. ​

J.T. Burke is a self-made woman with extensive holdings in real estate and commercial development. Her businesses and associated contracts provide jobs for hundreds and she takes that responsibility seriously.

She jokes that her longest relationship is with her attorney, but it’s true. Relationships are not her forte, though it’s not because she doesn’t like men, she does, and the occasional woman, it’s just that they require more than she wants to give. It was easier to pay for sex and have it on her terms. In her experience men fell into two groups; those she could control and those that thought they could control her. Men who saw her as an equal were rare.

She stands 5’6” and has a classic hourglass figure that she covers with bits of satin and lace hidden by well-tailored suits. Stockings slide beneath skirts that show off long shapely legs, and high heels, her one indulgence, keep her nearly eye level with most of her male peers.

J.T. is bi-sexual and enjoys women who are a little submissive, though she wouldn’t characterize it that way. She likes her sex a little rough and would characterize herself as dominant. The idea that she’d ever be submissive to a partner, sexual or otherwise, would never enter her mind.

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Head leaned back and eyes closed, J.T. Burke was ageless; brow smooth, face unlined, and hair still the golden color it had been at age 20. She wasn’t twenty anymore though, or even 40. In fact just last year she’d passed 50, but her beauty was undiminished. She did nothing to mask her years. She simply aged well, much to the dismay of her friends, both male and female. Behind closed lids were blue eyes that changed from deep water dark to cloudless skies with her mood. Her lips were full and often shaped into a smile; she’d been amused when a lover once told her that her mouth was very kissable.

She sat quietly in her fist class seat as they taxied to the gate, only the tension in her shoulders revealing that she was bone tired and could hardly wait to get home to her own bed. Too many offices and hotels in the last month left her unusually fatigued. Running her own company used to be her only goal; now it was just one long string of decisions, and responsibilities that J.T. occasionally wished she could abandon. Sometimes, it would be nice to just let someone else make all the decisions for her, she thought while mentally walking through her schedule for the week. The passing notion made her smile because she knew that control was the last thing she’d ever surrender to anyone.

“...B.u.r.k.e. Yes, going to 15 Central Park West. No, today, now in fact. It is the 15th. No, I don’t need a pick up tomorrow!” She took a deep breath and disconnected from the car service. “Idiot!” J.T. muttered, as she tossed her phone into her bag and began to scan for a cab. To her irritation, the taxi line was decidedly empty and the early hour made it unlikely she get lucky anytime soon.

“Rough weather often delays the best services, Let me offer you a ride in my own car Miss Burke, my driver can drop you off on the way and save you an unwanted stay at this luxurious… terminal?”

J.T. turned to see the man she’d noticed, and admired, more than once on the plane. She gave him another long look and decided his voice matched the dark eyes and air of mystery.

“If it really were the best service rain wouldn’t be an issue.” Her eyes flashed in annoyance as she snapped in response, and then tried to soften her words with a smile. “Sorry, not your fault. Apparently my car service is under the impression that I’m not due until tomorrow.”

She considered her would-be rescuer. Look up “tall, dark and handsome” on Wikipedia and this is what you’d find. Her four-inch heels normally evened up the height difference well enough with most men, but not this one. J.T. let her gaze trail up until she looked into his dark eyes, and wondered how anyone ever denied him anything.

“Thanks for the offer, but I never take rides from strangers, and I don’t believe we’ve been properly introduced. You know my name but I’m afraid you have me at a disadvantage, Mr....? ”

The introduction was merely to quiet the cautionary voice in her head. J.T. was generally a good judge of character, and frankly was just too self-confident to think that she’d get into any situation she couldn’t handle. Sharing a car, as she’d so often done in the past, was nothing out of the ordinary, and it beat the hell out of waiting for a cab.

 

[BLACK BART]

They stood outside as his car drew up, the cool of the night a pleasant thing, her quiet beauty another as he listened to her voice and the words she spoke. She was a strong woman, he recognized that, a woman used to being served and getting her own way, but in turn she shouldered a heavy burden each day and it showed on her face and attitude.

"Sir.... Lower Manhattan has flooded, all routes in or out are blocked until the rain abates, which won't be until Monday. May I suggest your country house as an alternative?"

The rain started again, and with it a hard wind, the drivers words a soft warning as to what was to come as Talon listened, then turned his eyes back to the woman who had caught more then just his interest.

"Talon, you may call me Talon.... It seems you're cut off from your apartment as well Miss Burke, so I will extend my offer to a ride, and a place to stay until the weather allows you to safely return"

The driver had already loaded his bags, and now did the same for hers, the rain cutting sharply into exposed skin and chilling it as the rear door was opened and warmth and safety was offered to the shapely beauty.

"Ladies first Miss Burke, the storm comes quickly at us"

Talon shrugged deeper into his jacket, eyes never leaving her face, knowing her arrogance would one day be her down fall, or perhaps the start of a new beginning... She was more then mere physically tired, he could sense the fatigue ran much deeper, she needed a respite, of being WHO she was, and also the burden she forced herself to carry...

Already her clothes were soaked through and hair dripped, her skirt clinging tight to her long, lithe legs, and he reached a hand to the small of her back to guide her past the open door and into the white leather interior of the limousine, her eyes widening as he smiled down at her, the feel of her wet skin through her blouse sparking pleasantly on the palm of his hand.

Arrogant, strong, self assured, she was all of those things, but at that moment in time she was utterly lost, and defenseless, he knew... and she wore those emotions nicely, her eyes and face showing the unexpected newness, as well as her reactions as she took her seat and he slid in next to her.

"To the country house then, as fast as we can"

Talon ordered softly, his eyes on the sky and the red-orange tinted promise of a new day behind the dark swirling clouds, the door closing and the car moving forward with a soft roar, his eyes turning to his "guest" and her decidedly damp state

"There are blankets and brandy to warm you, instead of those ice cold and soaked clothes Miss Burke, slip out of them and I will find both for you"

 

[Lady_Kit]

J.T. looked around the interior of the limo and wasn't quite sure how she got there. One minute she was standing on the curb, frustrated at the inconvenience of her transportation snafu, and getting steadily drenched by the driving rain. The next she was seated inside a strange car, with a man she didn't know, going to who knew where. The most curious thing was that she was too exhausted to even care. The reality of her situation would no doubt hit her at some point but right now, she just couldn't summon the energy to do a damn thing but let her “host” take charge.

"There are blankets and brandy to warm you, instead of those ice cold and soaked clothes Miss Burke, slip out of them and I will find both for you"

She heard him speak, but couldn't seem to make sense of the words. When Talon held the glass of brandy to her lips she drank and swallowed; as he again tipped the warm spirits into her mouth the process repeated. A shudder moved through her as the warmth from the brandy tried to overcome the cold wet clothes in which she continued to huddle.

Talon poured another measure of brandy into her glass and pressed it into her chilled hands.

“Drink, we need to warm you up, and get you dry.”

A soft blanket appeared and covered her cold wet legs, she nearly moaned at the warmth. When Talon dropped another around her shoulders she looked up into his eyes; she saw concern and something she couldn't identify, but it left her with a shiver. As she sat, beginning to warm up, she realized that the rain was now soaking through the dry blankets and she’d soon be no better off than before she’d huddled into them.

J.T. tugged at the covered buttons of her jacket; with the buttons themselves swollen with water, and the button holes soaked the garment refused to release her. Her cold finders pulled and twisted to no effect until warn long fingers pushed hers aside. Talon easily opened the jacked and pulled it from her shoulders. The pale silk blouse beneath it hid nothing in its wet state, clearly visible was the lace demi bra that J.T. favored. If Talon noticed or cared about her state, J.T. couldn't detect it by his demeanor; he simply offered her a towel then moved to her feet. Shoes off, he began to dry and rub warmth back into her toes and delicate arches. As the drying towel moved up over her ankles and lower legs it was evident that the wet skirt was going to halt warming process. Under the skirt was nothing more than a small triangle of lace, it too soaked. J.T was torn between modestly and the need to get out of the cold wet clothes. Talon held a dry blanket between them, offering her what privacy there was to be had in the car. J.T. took a deep breath and let her wet skirt drop to the floor where it lay with her jacket. She grabbed the blanket and tucked it around her but not, she suspected, before Talon saw all there was to see.

“Well, Talon” J.T. began…“Since I’m sitting here, nearly nude, and effectively at your mercy perhaps we should get to know each other, or, if applicable, this is where the villain of the piece generally tells the heroine in great detail just what a mistake she made in getting into his car. Which do we have here?

 

[BLACK BART]

He was hard, almost to the aching point, hot blood rushing through thick veins, head pounding with the pulsing roar of it as he watched and helped her undress, her frilly underwear failing to hide what remained clothed. It was a rush he hadn't felt in too long, a beautiful, mature woman suddenly off balance, no longer in control and yes, as she had easily pointed out, at his mercy...

He laughed softly at her idea of a damsel in distress, the idea of her bound and writhing on some of his more wicked toys as he teased and used her not unpleasant at all, his eyes filled with the need to possess her as he looked into her own and answered carefully...

" I have never been called a gentleman, but in the same token have never taken a woman against her will, Miss Burke, though you are tempting... "

He dried her hair with a towel, thanking his driver mentally for the foresight of packing for almost any situation, then moving his hands to tuck the blankets tighter around her ample breasts before offering the third and final warming drink to her full, tempting lips.

He was tempted, he admitted that, to finish undressing her and tease her until she gave into his demands, but the next morning she would be gone and his chances to fully understand such a lovely woman's mind going with her

"It's several hours ride where we are going, you're safe here tonight, I give you my word.... In return you should tell me more about yourself, starting with what J T stands for, I hope?"

The car lurched and the driver cursed softly then apologized over the intercom, sharing the "good news" to be the bridge had been crossed and now they only had to stay on the crest of a water logged road, Talon smiling to himself as the bump had tossed "JT" into his lap and once again exposed all her charms to his appreciative eyes...

"Take your time, if you can, Miss Burke is in good hands... I have promised her"

She was curved and soft in all the right places, the Brandy having done it's job quickly and warming her entire body, her cheeks flushed brightly as she was exposed to his eyes, yet her hands making no attempt to cover herself, his throbbing bulge pressed to her ass cheeks as she looked over her shoulder and up to his face, his own eyes looking down and into the full swells of her heaving breasts and hardened nipples. It was going to be one hell of a test he realized, keeping his word... But then too he knew the look in her eyes, the one of wanton need, and a desire to be taken... to give up control... Something he doubted she'd admit to a stranger, even IF she lay barely dressed in his arms.

 

[Lady_Kit]

JT wanted little more in that instant than to curl into Talons arms and loose herself in the moment. Years of control and discipline saved her from that impulse, but the brandy was reducing her inhibitions. She felt warm and soft, and more feminine than she had in some time and she knew that the situation was having an effect on Talon as well; the evidence was growing long and hard beneath her.

She scooted off his lap and settled into the corner where she arranged the blankets more for comfort than coverage. No warning bells urged her to hide her body from his gaze, and she wanted to see that look again the one that made her think of hunger and danger.

“May I have another brandy?” She asked, as much for chemical courage as for chemical warmth. Talon nodded and poured a small measure into her glass. As she took the glass in both hands the blankets dropped to her waist, baring her to Talons gaze. JT sipped at the brandy and watched for a reaction from her host.

“The JT stands for Justice Temperance. My mother was a law student who felt that the right name would put me on the proper life-path. My father, who she met at Woodstock, wanted to name me Moonflower Rising…he was a vendor selling organic materials to enhance your concert experience. In retrospect, I'm glad mom won the toss for naming rights.”

The brandy was definitely warming her up now, and JT let the blankets fall away from her body as she wiggled into a more comfortable position. From the waist up she was bare, but for the bra that did more to enhance than hide. Folds of fabric lay across her lap, hiding the smooth place between her thighs but leaving her exposed from hip to toe.

“I’ve answered a question, now it’s your turn. Is Talon your first name or your last name? Or are you some sort of celebrity that only needs on name? Tell me something about you.”

The last demand from JT was a bit slurred; the effects of the brandy were becoming more evident. As she settled back to listen she stretched her legs across the seat and rested her feet across Talons’ lap.

“Tell me what you do to entertain yourself at this country house of yours.”

 

[BLACK BART]

She was quite a woman, Talon decided, in the prime of her life, her body ripe and mature, but not a sag or blemish on it to detract from the aura of perfection... At least not where he could see.... He smiled at her questions, enjoying the change in her demeanor, her body exposed for his viewing pleasure and the normal inhibitions stripped away letting him see her as the playful, sexual creature she was.

"Talon is a family name, my friends call me by it, my employees add Sir before it, while a rare few address me as Master"

He smiled softly and took her glass, brushing several strands of hair from her face before tracing her full lips gently with his thumb, his other hand resting on her thigh as he watched for her reactions and continued to answer softly.

"I'm no celebrity, just someone who moves quietly behind the scenes and the place we're headed for is a very private place where I normally take a very trusted few.... Considering the weather, and your fairly stranded state, I thought it best we go there..."

What would she say, he wondered, IF he told her the full truth, that it was his families original estate, where he grew up as a child, so many years ago...

"I've just had it remodeled, modern conveniences, the lower levels reinforced, the grounds landscaped and the terraces rebuilt to view the river behind the home...."

A project that had taken 40 years, more a restoration then a remodel, saving a precious memory that he refused to let fade away... He cupped a tiny foot in his massive hand, rubbing her sole with his thumb as he stroked the top of the well cared for foot, his eyes running up and down her body as he let his mind roam for a few seconds, imagining how she would be in his bed....

He smiled at the images in his mind, her lithe body nude and bound, her eyes covered as he let his hands and lips explore her body, the sounds of her voice as he probed and delved into her intimate charms... He knew he wanted her, but sensed too there was more then just a physical need, that this strong woman yearned to turn over control to a stronger man, and free her mind and body of the stress and burden she had put upon herself.

"As for entertainment? What would you imagine I might do, Miss Burke? Tell me what you think, and after I'll be honest and tell you how close you are"

He smiled as he replied, wanting to know what was inside her pretty head, just how deep that erotic creature ran, and hoped with her answer he'd receive the first clues...

 

[Lady_Kit]

“Master” she said softly, her voice as warm and intoxicating as the brandy she’d consumed. The word felt significant as it flowed past her lips and she felt Talon’s hand stop its idle caress of her foot. She looked up to find that he was watching her intently, and the hunger had returned to his eyes. Deep inside her body, something quivered and clenched, instinctively responding to the unspoken message that passed between them in that moment.

She started pull her feet away from his lap but he wrapped one hand around her ankle and held her still for a moment. Was he saying he wanted her to stay that way, or was he demonstrating he could control her movement if he chose? The idea of the latter created a small flutter of excitement in her belly.

“Your home sounds interesting. A bit remote for my tastes or at least it seems remote based on our journey. I’d imagine you could do anything you wanted and no one would ever know.”

JT considered what Talon would find entertaining; not large parties, smaller intimate gatherings she thought would be more his style. At a guess, she’d expect that something unconventional, socially unacceptable, or shocking would occur at one of Talons house parties. Only half teasing JT blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

“I think your idea of entertainment would be to orchestrate and observe an environment where outlandish or embarrassing things might occur.” She tilted her head to one side considered him for a long moment. “I think you might even go so far as to arrange for there to be plenty of “sex, drugs, and rock & roll” as they said in the old days. Whatever happens I believe you will be in control.”

Talon regarded her silently, as if waiting for her to say more.

“That wouldn’t shock me, what would shock me is if you say you have tea parties for the local garden society and spend your evenings reading by a fire. You seem much too alive for that, Talon. Or am I completely wrong?”

 

[BLACK BART]

It wasn't the word she spoke, rather the way she let it slide off her tongue, her eyes on his, imploring him to answer, and though his body reacted in the typical Dominant ache to take her... His mind over ruled it, warning him of his promise to keep her safe, at least for the day...

So it was with relief that he listened to her teasing questions, and occupied his mind forming answers to her curious words...

"Our gatherings are small, but the intensity more then makes up for the lack of size"

He admitted and shared with a smile, his hands griping her ankle to begin pulling her towards him, her body over his legs as he met her eyes and let the raw lust come to the surface of his own.

"A beautiful woman such as yourself would be the center of attention, while I, yes, would be very much in control, what happens then would stretch your mind and it's boundaries, and No, there would NOT be any tea served... ever"

He laughed softly at the last word, spreading her legs to pull her closer to him, stopping only when she straddled his hips and their lips and eyes were less then a foot apart.

"Instinct tells me you would enjoy it very much, Miss Burke, that letting go is something you have quietly thought of many times, and wanted more and more as your businesses have grown."

He smiled, slipping a hand into her hair from the side, turning her head gently to study her face and eyes, his body and mind thrilled at how she now only allowed it, but how easily she fell into the role of a submissive women, her eyes soft and open to him, her lips pouting as if begging to be kissed...

 

[Lady_Kit]

Legs spread, body exposed, she sat astride Talons’ lap. JT could feel his growing erection as it strained the front of his trousers. She longed to rub herself against him, stroking him until she came, until he came. She’d never felt this; never wanted someone so much so quickly. It was frightening and exhilarating at the same time. She wanted him to kiss her, to start. Then she wanted more - things she couldn’t identify, but somehow knew that Talon would understand.

“Yes, I want to let go,” she whispered.

Talon looked into her eyes, studying her face; then gave a small nod as if satisfied with what he saw. His hand in her hair was gentle but firm, fingers tangling in the long blond strands. With a tug Talon pulled her face closer to his own. JT felt nearly giddy at authoritative way he touched her, the prospect of his lips on hers. He must know she wanted his kiss, longed to feel his lips, the thrust of his tongue...

“Please,” she begged, as she put her hands on his shoulders and leaned so close that the hard tips of her breasts pressed against his chest. His response was to lift one brow as if to ask, “Please what?”

JT pressed her body against him, angling so the bulge of his cock was centered over her hardening clit.

“Please, kiss me.”

 

[BLACK BART]

She was his....

In that instance he knew, she had crossed over the line, the brandy and her own lust had lowered her inhibitions, his own instinct was true, she wanted to let go... be free of her burdens.... give herself up to another and simply stop being in control of herself

He was more then happy to accomodate her, she was on his ground now, he had stripped her of almost all her clothing, and now he'd peel away her layers of inhibitions, strip away her control, and consume her in every way imaginable

"Please, Kiss me...Master"

He prodded gently and ground his hard length to her writhing groin, knowing her lust was driving away any caution she might still possess, his hands cupping her ass and massaging it as his long fingers curled around to probe the wet heat the panty barely protected.

He met her pleading eyes with his own dark orbs, staring hard into her soul, demanding she submit, his lips aching to crush her own, his cock aching to take what she offered, the demon inside his smiling with wicked glee as she humped his pants covered cock, knowing it was only a matter of time...

 

[Lady_Kit]

OOC: *blush* duplicate post

 

[Lady_Kit]

Her mind felt fuzzy but JT knew that the next few moments...her next words...would change her life. Brandy and lust coursed through her veins like fire, heating her from her very core. Talon was hot too, his eyes fairly burned with something more than desire, some inner fire that she knew would be a match to her own. Talon would be her match in many ways. She’d finally met the man who could not only earn her respect but demand that she give it. In a battle of wills only one of them would win control. And JT realized that she was tired of being in control. All this flew through her mind in an instant, and, as she was known to do in business, she quickly and firmly made her decision.

With great deliberation JT held his eyes for one more moment then dropped her gaze in submission.

“Please, kiss me...Master.”

Talon gave a growl that sounded like triumph. The noise thrilled her; her pussy constricted in response. More than ever, she ached for relief....relief that only Talon could give her. His hand tightened in her hair, now pulling to the point of sharp pricks of pain. JT gasped and felt her nipples tighten as if they too wanted to feel his touch.

The movement of her hips quickened until Talon gave her ass a sharp slap before squeezing her stinging cheek. He stilled her, demonstrating his strength by holding her firmly in place. The unspent movement of her hips transferred to her heart; it started to pound as if she’d just run a marathon.

Talon pulled back her head, forcing her to raise her chin until she once again looked into his eyes. With an intensity that sent a thread of alarm through her racing pulse Talon said just one word,

“Mine.”

 

[BLACK BART]

"MINE"​

He claimed her with a single word, enjoying how her eyes widened, how her red lips parted for him in anticipation, his mind on how he had man handled her and she had responded to it in a very positive and pleasurable way, her sex filling the interior of the car with sweet promises as he centered her on the seat, then pushed her back into it, his cock pressed to her belly and lips crushing her own above, taking what he wanted, claiming it now in a very different way.

He kissed her, his tongue lashing out and demanding entrance, his eyes hard and studying her face as her lips opened to him, his hands roaming her body, pushing aside the last covers, enjoying her firm breasts, her silky skin, the bare, fresh saved V of her damp sex, exploring it all as if he had owned it for many years, instead of the few seconds, her thighs wide open to him, her eyes begging as she tried to hump him in return.

He kissed her and let his lust rage, roaring up from his groin and belly, howling like a wild animal over his throat and lips, crashing over them and spilling into her hungry lips, dominating her, taking control in a savage, primitive, ancient way...his cock head pressed to her sex, her outer lips wet and willing as he grinned in wicked, bestial anticipation...

"Now beg your Master to fuck you..."​

 

[Lady_Kit]

JT was familiar with lust and passion, but this, this was something else. Something more. Something primitive. The liberated, intellectual part of her brain was screaming at her to wake up and assert herself, to take control of the situation and tell Talon that no man was her master. But the other part, the carnal, sexual creature that JT had always carefully controlled was shouting for joy. Finally, the chance to let go, to say to hell with the consequences!

It was heady stuff, and when combined with the way Talon was running his hands possessively over her body, the liberated woman didn’t stand a chance. There was ownership in his kiss, he demanded, she gave, he commanded and she obeyed.

His mouth ravaged hers, pressing, tongue thrusting deep, abusing her lips with his own. She moaned, reveling in the knowledge that he wanted her this much. JT wanted him too; wildly...almost violently. His hands blazed a path across her skin as he tore away the last of the barriers between them, exposing her, squeezing and stroking her roughly. JT responded to his touch, her body moving against his, silently begging for the feel of him inside her.

Talon moved between her wide-spread legs and pressed his hard length against her sex. The texture of his trousers was rough against the inflamed lips of her pussy and as he ground the head of his cock against her wet center her nerves weren’t sure if it was pleasure or pain all she knew was that she wanted more. So much more! She moved against him, trying to push him over the edge, trying to make him take what they both so obviously wanted.

He pulled back and the look in his eyes both chilled and thrilled her. So dark, so intent, so erotic that JT nearly came from meeting his gaze. She felt bereft as Talon stilled; her breath coming in gasps as she tried to focus on what he said, but was stuck on the movement of his lips.

"Now beg your Master to fuck you..."

At first she could make no sense of his words...beg him, but didn’t he want her? JT could hardly think, could barely focus, a situation that changed as Talon roughly pinched her nipples to get her attention.

“Do not make me give you a command twice” he said coldly.

Putting all the need and desire she felt into her voice JT did as her Master commanded.

“Please, Master...please Fuck me.”

 

[BLACK BART]

He smiled, a wicked, knowing smile. KNOWING that he had won a small, but major victory over the once powerful, but now submissive woman grinding against his body with such lust, her begging words convincing of sincere NEED, to both be fucked, and TAKEN....

Right hand gripping her hair, left hand crushing her juice slick ass cheek, he pressed his swollen cock head into her heated, slick sex and growled in pleasure, fighting backk his own growing lust as his eyes bored into her and he demanded.

"WHO owns you...slut?"​

It wasn't just about sex, it was about power, it was her need versus his will, a battle of bodies and minds, in which he was truly a Master.

She whimpered and writhed, and he laughed, holding her helpless, refusing to let her take more, making her pay dearly for what she wanted so badly, and that payment to be her complete and utter.... submission. She whimpered again, then mumbled, trying to turn her head and eyes from him, his fingers twisting tighter into her hair as he pinned her helpless.

His will against hers... her need versus his own and the control of it, HE would wim, by twisting her body, bending her will, and TAKING control...

"SAY IT....WHO owns you...slut?"​

 

[Lady_Kit]

“You....you, own me, Master.”

She said it, and meant it, with every fiber of her being; knowing that she was giving him control of more than just her body. At this point she didn’t care, wasn’t focused on anything but getting him inside her, feeling him pounding away at her sex until they were both spent.

“Yes, my slut, to use as I please.”

JT trembled at his voice. God how she wanted him, needed him! She pressed harder against his erection and the juice from her pussy dampened the material that covered what she so desired. The size and shape of Talons’ cock was clearly defined beneath the dark fabric; it was an impressive sight, and it made JT even more desperate for him to fuck her. She saw the heat in his eyes and knew he wanted it too.

“On your knees, slut.”

Talon gave the order in a commanding tone, and though he released her ass he kept a firm grip on her hair. As JT slid from his lap to kneel between his spread legs Talon drew her head down until her forehead nearly touched the carpeted floor.

JT could feel him moving, his legs shifting slightly against her nearly prostrate body. She could hear him doing something as he moved but until JT caught the rasp of a zipper she wasn’t sure what. The pull on her hair was unnecessary; she wanted to feast her eyes on his cock, and then use her mouth, hands, and pussy. When her eyes rose high enjoy to see him they widened at what greeted her.

He leaned back against the seat, suit rumpled, shirt partly unbuttoned from the bottom up. Talon had unzipped his trousers and pulled them away from his cock and balls. With the hand not clenched in her hair Talon stroked himself while he made JT hold still and watch. Her face was inches from what she wanted most.

 

[BLACK BART]

"It's all over your face SLUT"​

His words were growled as his erection grew in his hand, his eyes dark with a desire to crush... to break... to OWN the sultry woman kneeling before him with such wanton, begging eyes.​

"You WANT this don't you SLUT"​

It wasn't a question, more so a statement, and as she nodded and licked her lips he laughed, rubbing his weeping cock head on her lips before pulling back as she opened her lips and tried to take it in.​

"Not so fast SLUT, Master didn't say you could, did He?"​

He chastised her and growled again, the urge to force those full, sweet red lips over his cock strong in his mind.​

"What makes a SLUT like you think you deserve Masters cock?"​

Hand gripping her hair he twisted her head, then pulled her face closer to his cock so she nearly lick it with that pink tongue, his eyes wicked as he forced his will on her and trampled on hers in the process.​

"If it's Masters COCK you want, you'll have to BEG for it, and know you'll pay dearly for it after... Is THAT what you want... SLUT?"​

She whimpered and he laughed, his cock tall and proud before her wanton eyes, throbbing and moving slightly back and forth as the blood engorged shaft moved to his rapid pulse, his eyes boring into her own. his hand gently slapping her face as he pulled it from his cock and continued.

"YOU have no will or say anymore, you BELONG to ME, all that you do, or say is MINE to control, your will is GONE, isn't it SLUT"​