Barbwire & Blood

Once he got her back into her seat, and he was she she wasn't going to just slide back off, he hurried back to the bar to get her a glass of water. There was a pitcher with iced water ready to go, so he returned to her quick. A soft sigh escaped him as she began to drink it. The question she asked was... hard to answer to say the least so he just sort of mumbled a vague 'I don't know' sound. She seemed to be drunk enough she wouldn't have understood if he actually explained. He looked around again to see if any of his coworkers could help but they were all still occupied. Daniel visibly relaxed as she seemed to sober up a bit, though he worried for a moment she was going to throw up as she leaned forward. "It's ok miss. Can I get you anything else?" This wasn't the sort of drunk he was used to, but he still wanted to make sure she was alright before he just left her alone. Even if it was a wedding something could still happen and he couldn't let that happen.

She paused her note-taking and looked up, lifting her eyebrows a little to indicate that she wanted him to elaborate. Carla took things like this very seriously; she couldn’t afford to be anything but. Their family was expanding their operations, and loyalty and capability were two things they valued the most. And considering the bar they were planning to open up would serve as the front of most of their dealings, the man behind the counter needed to be someone they had complete trust and faith in. “Would those aspects have taught you how to handle chaos? Violence? The possibility of having guns pointed at your face?”

He did his best to not react to the guns part, especially since he wasn't normally easily scared. "Chaos, yes, violence? I suppose, Guns? No, not really. But I don't scare easy, which is what I assume you mean." He took a breath, hoping that didn't sound as bad to her as it felt coming out of his mouth. "My last job we really tried to enforce being a safe space for women, so we had a zero tolerance for any harassment or anything. So I'm used to kicking people out, and them trying to get violent. I can handle myself better than most." All of that was true which helped Daniel sound and feel more confident. Hopefully it was enough to convince her.

Daniel had his head down over the sink finishing washing up the leftover dishes from lunch and that mornings breakfast when she he heard her calling him. "Yeah we can take a break, I'm just finishing up these..." His voice trailed off as he finally looked up and saw her. He was mid word when he paused so his mouth was half open as his eyes scanned every inch of her. If he wasn't so stunned by her he might've recognized what lingerie she was wearing. Without taking his eyes off her he rinsed his hands off, turned off the sink, and grabbed a hand towel to dry his hands. "Of course baby. We can take a very, long break." With the towel put back, he pulled his shirt off as he began walking towards her, his eyes locked on her perfect ass. Most days he wore jeans but he was glad he wore some old workout pants because they were fast and easy to get off, and she could also get a great view of his, reaction, to her lingerie. "Are we taking this break in the bed, the couch, or just right here?" His hands went straight to her hips, pulling her close as he kissed her gently. If she took too long to decide he was about to decide for her already.

"5 this year. Before that I did just about every other job there was, so besides drink making I have lots more experience in all other aspects." Daniel might've been nervous rambling now, but she was a little bit intimidating. Not physically of course, he was quite a bit taller than her, but her reputation and mannerisms radiated an aura shrewd intelligence and perception, enough to scare any man she wanted. He'd heard some rumors about how the last guy was 'let go' for stealing and trying to put his parts in places they shouldn't have been. At least that was something that'd be easy to not mess up.

“Really? Ugh, how come mine doesn’t? Just my luck to stay at some stingy dorm house,” she said, sighing. “Wait…can I wash my clothes over at your place then? Not like at your place but at the laundry place.” Jennifer was smiling, and she leaned a little closer to him. Call it habit, but she couldn’t help herself but use her wiles to get a hopefully positive outcome. “I think after this, I’ll have to go to my other classes in lingerie, and I know my professors won’t approve.” Well, a few might, but she wasn’t going to voice those suspicions out loud. Not after the scandal involving a history professor and the freshman student he was found fucking in the back of his car.

"Yeah, of course! I almost always have a few credits left over at the end of the month. But I don't really think everyone would be opposed to that. Especially the boys." He certainly wouldn't have minded, but she didn't need to know that. For just a moment he was imagining her in her lingerie. I bet its black with red lace... He snapped back into focus, hopefully before she could guess what he was thinking.

"Mm, lemonade..." He said absently, looking at the other finalists. He was lost in thought as she took some selfies, still managing to smile for them of course. When the other girls came in he was facing away from the door, deep in thought until one of them tapped him on the shoulder. Though slightly startled he smiled and did his best to be nice, smiling softly for their picture. He waved as they left, waiting until they were gone for sure before speaking. "Next time remind me to say no, that was weird. I don't think I'll get used to it either." Daniel sighed softly as he looked back at the other contestants, trying to remember where he was in his thoughts. A few moments later, he turned to Celeste putting his hand on her arm gently. "Hey why don't you go hang out at the beach for a bit, I'm gonna talk to one of the judges about something. I'll find you before it starts again?"

“Touch me all over, Daniel,” she whispered, giggling when he started to run his hand over one of her breasts. Estella settled down comfortably on his lap, and although she wanted to touch him, too, she didn’t. Even when she felt him run his hands all over her, getting her hornier by the second, she curled her fingers into fists and bit her lower lip. “More…oh yes…right there…please…” He’d just brushed his palm over one of her aching nipples, and it sent a jolt of desire through her chest and down to the pit of her belly. This had her roll herself over him, a slow humping that gradually got faster the hornier she got.

He hummed softly as he gently bit down on her nipple, tugging slightly as his fingers slowly rolled the other between them. His other hand had slid down and was now squeezing her ass as he tried to pull her still closer. A soft swear slipped out as she rolled against him, his cock already as hard as his underwear would allow. Daniel did enjoy a bit of teasing, especially when she spoke like that, but he still did have to make sure she was getting all her feeling back. When he felt he'd done enough, his hands moved down to her side for a moment, a soft kiss laid on her sternum, and then he shifted his focus to the other side. It was already getting hard to stay focused as she moved faster, but he needed to make sure everything felt good.

“Yes please,” she answered, her eyes widening when she realized how he was going to do that. Estella waited until the corset was loose enough for her to slip off before she turned around and tugged it off of her, her breasts bouncing a little now that they were no longer held up by the tight top. Smiling innocently, she crawled over to Daniel and pushed him back a little, far enough for her to straddle his lap while keeping him sitting upright. “Can’t feel anything, really. Maybe you should…work some feeling back into my entire body?”

He couldn't help but smile at her quick and enthusiastic response. As she slid the corset down he loosened it one last bit so it would come off easier. When she began to crawl toward him he tried not to smile too hard, happily scooting back where she wanted him. Daniel saw through her innocent smile, but who was he to judge? She hadn't gotten enough physical attention last night, so he'd certainly have to make up for that now. His hands immediately went to her waist as she straddled him. "Your entire body? Or just a few key areas?" As he spoke his hands slid up her body and began to gently massage her breasts. She could already feel him hard under her, and as he kissed her softly his hips lifted a little to press his bulge against her. He was almost purring as he broke the kiss to speak low, "You feel a little cold, I'll definitely have to get that feeling back quick." His left hand slipped behind her, pulling her hips a little closer as he leaned down to kiss her chest. The other hand continued massaging her breast, his thumb gently tracing circles around her nipple.

He opened his eyes as she spoke, turning to look at her as she sat up, and pushed himself up onto his elbows. "I think you were asleep before you even hit the mattress baby." Daniel watched with a smile as she began to undress, and quickly pushed himself all the way up as she asked for assistance. Scooting to the edge of the bed with her his hand immediately began undoing the laces of her corset, starting from the top and working his way down bit by bit before starting over again. "Want me to work some feeling back into them baby?" He was mostly teasing though he would've been more than happy to oblige if she wanted.

“I need more,” she whispered, choosing honesty over false bravado. He was concerned for her, so the least she could do was to be genuine, too. Estella began to crawl over to him and moan at the sight of his bare body, from his perfectly sculpted torso to the thick member dangling in front of her. She wanted it…she needed it. “I miss it,” was what she whispered next as she wrapped her fingers around his cock and began to pump. She remembered almost every second of their last encounter, and as she watched her hand move up and down him, she felt stabs of arousal shoot up her body from her cunny. Memories of him thrusting in and out of her had her whimper, and she adjusted the way she was standing on her knees so that she could use her free hand to finger herself, the pad of her tips rubbing her clit. “F-f-fucking myself isn’t eno-enough.” Maybe he understood that, or maybe he expected it, but by gosh it felt good to say it out loud. She couldn’t exactly say that she was addicted to incubus cock to her friends, otherwise they might have placed her in an asylum.

As he watched her crawl towards him his cock began to harden, and he slowly stepped closer to her. A soft sigh escaped his lips as her hand wrapped around his thick shaft and began pumping. Already he was looking forward to what they were going to do together. This human was certainly an interesting one, summoning him alone, and taking every inch of him. As he thought of this he watched began to rub herself. His hand lifted her chin until they made eye contact. "Pray, tell me your name, young one." His voice was low, almost a purr. 'Gorgeous. And I shall ruin all men for her.' He thought, gently squeezing and lifting her chin; a silent bid for her to push herself up onto her knees and bring her face a little closer. He smiled again as he let go of her chin to allow her to speak.