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Of course this would turn into an argument but Scarlett wasn’t going to give this up easily, “You don’t understand. I’m a dancer. Regardless of it being ballet or whatever the hell it is I do in that club, I get to dance,” her voice cracked and she swallowed the large lump in her throat, “The only constant in my life has been my love of dance and showing it to others. I know that most of the clientele that Viv has don’t appreciate that but some do. But that isn’t what matters,” she turned away from him, a hand moving to her forehead as she approached the mirrors, “I’m a slave. As you say over and over again,” her hand placed itself on the bar, smoothing over it, her eyes following the movements, “But can I at least still feel like a performer as well?”

"Why do you think I did all this for you? It was not for shits and giggles, let me tell you. I want you to have this, Scarlett, because it's what you love." He sighs loudly and returns to the view again. "To be honest, I'm struggling to see a difference that isn't the glaringly obvious." He steps away from the window and moves back toward his slave. "Are you unsatisfied, Scarlett, or is everything I've tried to do for you just not enough?"

The Sex Shop [Past] // Drew & Makayla (From way back when Drew owned her)

She waited patiently on her stomach, her heart racing fast as Drew rummaged in the box of sex toys, Mak gnawing on her lower lip as her nerves grew. She looked back through her brown locks to look at him and see what he’s gathered for them. Her eyes watch him as his head dips low, his lips caressing her back. She moans at the fingers between her slit, her hips moving against all his touches. Her head, having fallen back to the bed, lifts up again as she hears the buzz from Drews hand. She nodded, voice a hoarse, lustfull whisper. “Okay….” She nearly jumps at the slight contact as the vibrator makes contact, sending waves of pleasure through her. Her arousal spiking, she sought out more of it, only to whimper when he takes it away. She moaned, desperate for more. “Yes… Please. Fuck, you’re a tease..”

"True," Drew chuckles, his smile wicked as he lowers his head again the lap at Makayla's soaking cunt. "But you won't soon forget the exhaustive lengths I put you through tonight." He rolls the vibrator repetitively over Makayla's clit, a hand soothing over the girl ass, opening her up and holding her in position until he's rewarded with those desperate little moans. Finally, finally, does he then slide the vibrator into her sopping pussy. "Never let it be said that I don't listen to my girls, nor try to fulfil their every desire," he purrs, his fingers pressed against his slave's clit as he slips his tongue over her underused puckered hole.

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Her mouth dropped slightly, unable to fight the tears welling in her eyes. Her own personal space away from the prying eyes of the gym. Her face soon turned to one of confusion, “Teach? I don’t know if that would be allowed,” the idea of teaching dance was always something Scarlett wanted to do, but she figured that was one of many dreams that would be wiped away once she was brought to Covaire. Then the rest of his plans came from his lips and she stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes narrowed, “No.”

"I'd planned to go to the Dominion once the paperwork was signed and seek the appropriate permissions. I could still be rejected," he admits, "but this is still your place regardless—" His eyes narrow right along with Scarlett's, his posture becoming rigidly hard in an instant. "No?" The question is slow and icy. "Don't you dare fucking start, Scarlett. You are a slave. You are my slave. If I tell you to hop on one leg and, rub your head and sing Beyonce's Single Ladies, you had better fucking do it. And if I tell you to quit your job, and I give you instead all of this, I don't want to hear complaints. I didn't, after all, have to do this for you. I did it because I want this for you. And because I thought you might want it too."

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She can’t help the nerves in the pit of her stomach, even though Drew seems to be in a good mood. Scarlett nibbles on her lip and soon he’s helping her out of the car. The blonde is still unaware of anything, only knowing he’s guiding her up a building, seemingly the top floor it seems. When he pulls the blindfold off, she blinks several times before she takes in what it is that he’s brought her to. She turns around slowly, behind her are mirrors and a ballet bar, then Drew standing near the high windows, “Is…is this what I think it is?”

Framed by the city lights, Drew turns part way from the view and watches Scarlett take in the large studio slowly. "If you're thinking private dance studio for Scarlett's personal use, yes and no. I want you to be able to teach in here; civilians, claimed slaves, anybody who wants to learn. But all, to be perfectly honest, at a cost that is, admittedly, entirely selfish." He turns to face Scarlett completely. "I've given you what you love because I want you to stop dancing for Vivienne."

You know I'm not a fan of staring..

She knows he’s coming and thankfully it doesn’t scare her completely when he’s coming up next to her. Scarlett hums as his fingers dance carefully along the skin and her chest arches slightly when she feels his rough thumbs run over her nipples. She’s already craving him and Scarlett doesn’t hesitate to move so that she’s got her legs wrapped around his waist. She bites her lip and moans when she feels his hardening cock beneath the water and Scarlett leans in to press her lips to his jaw, “Why is this not something we’ve done before?” there’s amusement in her tone though it’s quiet and full of lust as she sucks and nibbles on the skin of his neck.

He catches Scarlett as she sinks and turns to wrap herself around him, and he adjusts her to sit her slit right against his quickly growing shaft. "You sank, you lose," he teases, breath caught, but he's already got her ass in his hands and he's already sliding her tauntingly against the length of his cock. "It was winter before," he moans, tilting his head to enjoy more of Scarlett's lusty nibbling. "Lift that ass, love; I want to feel you slide down onto my cock."

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"So kinky," she said, rolling her eyes as he places the blind fold over her eyes. She’s in the passenger seat of the car soon enough and her head spins slightly when he takes off, "I assume I don’t get any hints on where we going?"

"That would defeat the purpose of the blindfold, Scarlett." He is stubbornly silent then for the rest of the short trip to their destination, and silent further still as he helps Scarlett from the car, through doors, into lifts, up stairs — and then, finally, he drops her hand. "Wait." He moves away to strike a candle, given the lack of power he is yet to have connected through, and he wanders away toward floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook the city. "Okay, you can look..."

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Scarlettet watched him curiously as he moved to grab something from the car, “blindfold,” she repeated, her brows rising slightly. She eyed him for a moment before turning around slowly, “This is really starting to feel like some kind of kidnapping plot.”

He steps forward to secure the blindfold over Scarlett's eyes, a hint of a smile gracing the corner of his lips. He traps her wrists then, pinning them loosely behind her back. "I'm already your master, I don't need to kidnap you. But if I did, there'd be rope and gags and bags and you'd be going in the trunk. I'm a traditionalist like that." A moment later he drops Scarlett safely into her seat and closes her door behind her. Several minutes later, he heads away from Desires and back into the core of the city.