Alec

Oh yes, Alec, Sir, was definitely the one with teeth in their dynamic. Starting with that wickedly handsome smile that told her she was right in her internal assessment that he was not going to want to them to move somewhere private and then his smooth words came. Probing, testing. She expected it though, so she’d prepared herself, mostly. “No… no problem at al Sir.” There was a small part of her that miss his hold on her when he’d released her to let her change positions. Noting the master sitting up a bit more in preparation. The full night ahead of them. “Promises, promises.” the redhead teased lightly, her head instinctively moving into his touch through her hair. He was as bold as brass, not even asking if she had plans or any other commitments. As if she were all his, she hadn’t had plans, but that was neither here nor there. Hands moved, helping to rid him of his pants as he shifted them over his hips until he was left in briefs, that for all the were worth, might as well have been transparent and her tongue ran over her lips. He given her permission to go right ahead, both in words and the buck of his hip. Her hands glided up his thighs as she shifted on her knees to get comfy and have a better position for their activities. As her hand reached the top of his thigh, it moved over the hardened outline of his shaft beneath the material. Her teeth found her bottom lip once more as she moved her hand away in favour of her fingers finding the waistband of his briefs and peeling back the material. Her touch a little nervous as she took his member in hand, fisting around him and pump her hand up and down; testing the feel of him in her hand. Her thumb brushing over the tip, thoroughly exploring. Leaning over lightly, the tip of her tongue swirls over the head of his cock before her lips moved to engulf his length.

“Rubbing against someone’s leg with no sure promise of attention? Poor kitty.” Eloise grinned, her eyes half rolling at the thought as she hummed in thought. “Depends if I’m asked too I suppose.” She mused, hazel eyes were focused on his as fingertips danced over her lips, ignoring the way her breath caught at his touch. Eloise had the feeling though that Alec was the biter in this game off analogies and her eyes fell back to the bruising on his face. “Scratching is inevitable. No matter if Kittens want a home or not, the thought is different from actually being there.” Wanting someone to tell you why to do, and someone actually telling you what to do were vastly different things and Eloise wasn’t sure how well she was going to do at it all after being on her own for so long, as much as she had a sweet disposition she could be sarcastic and bratty. “Mmhm, that’s what I’ve heard, we could definitely test that theory - for your comfort.” She looked down at his belt buckle, coyly not quite meeting his eyes as she smirked at his observation. She was nervous, not a prude. “Well it’s better than asking too many questions right?” Hazel eyes finally glanced up, a spark of mischief in their depths. Her tone teasing, as her teeth continued to play with her corner of her lip. Somehow, it didn’t surprise her that he made no attempt to move - she’d seen a pairing going at it in the pool the day before. Admittedly, that had looked like a lot of fun. her head tilted to the side lightly, red locks cascading over one shoulder. “Here?” she asked though her hands were moving to the zip of this pants, teeth indenting her lip a little harder. Eyes glanced back at his. “You’re going to need to release me so I can move down a bit.. Sir.” Before she moved down to kneel on the floor in front of him. 

He was heavily marked up, fighting by the looks of it. But Nikita wasn’t one to pry. “I’m jumpy, is all. Not your fault.” she smiled, tucking a stray hair back behind her ear. “It’s nice, cool but not cold. I didn’t expect it, but it combats how hot it is outside the water.” Nikita grinned, leaning back. “I’m Nikita, I’m a new asset.” the words felt foreign in her mouth but she knew she would adjust eventually. Nikita looked back out over the water, contemplating jumping in, her stomach a bundle of nerves. “Are you going in?” she asked, kicking her feet slightly, stirring the water, loving the way it lapped at her legs.

“That’s very true. I don’t understand why people drink it just for caffeine if they don’t enjoy the taste, you can always take a PILL if you need the extra buzz,” the mistress agreed, shaking her head briefly. She wouldn’t necessarily like to take a pill, but if it was needed, she didn’t understand why anyone would waste good coffee with a big splash of milk and plenty of sugar. “Oh, the day always starts POORLY when I need to get out of the bed before six am to catch up some emails and prepare for business calls. I would’ve MUCH rather just spent the whole morning in bed with Monique. And then there turned out to be a few DISASTERS, which I had to take care of and… I just hate the mess that always comes right after a new year begins. New projects are coming up and I need to make sure everything runs as SMOOTHLY as possible. At least now the WORST seems to be behind.”

“Well hopefully all kittens gets that lucky.” It was close to home with her, the analogy. It was the reason she came here. To be owned, clean slate, fresh start. Get out of her closed off rut, be who she was supposed to be, rather than the person she’d been becoming. “Kittens without owners are the first to bite and scratch.. or run away.” She was musing to herself more than him, she was drawn back out her thoughts as he spoke about questions and she nodded her head, suppressing an eye roll. It was something she could agree too, so she did. “Noted Sir, no personal questions.” But she couldn’t help the smile at his retort to her joke about the cops, he was funny, she liked that. She listened when he stated it would be at his discretion and that made sense, there was many asset to choose from here. But he at least knew from her tease that she didn’t mind him asking her to help with his strange war wounds. His reaction to her suggestion of ice had her grinning widely at him, laughing softly despite nervousness. It had been a joke to see his reaction, and to try calm the raging butterflies inside her. The master could obviously tell how nervous he made her, and she had a feeling he enjoyed it. “I figured as much, but it was a generalised question.” she muttered impishly. She hummed in thought, pretending to have to think about it. “Well since ice isn’t your thing there is always heat?” her lip pulled between her teeth nervously, but she forced herself to at least act confident. “I hear body heat is the best - It would depend on Sir’s preference? My mouth or my body?” hazel eyes found his, teeth still chewing the corner of her lip. “I’m sure I’ll make up for this disappointment eventually Sir.”

He nodded in agreement, "just got to know who's leg to rub up against so you're noticed."  That was true for assets too, there were plenty that were drop dead gorgeous but if they played shy he didn't have the time of day for him - unless he was in the mood to exploit them a little.  "Mm, you won't bite though will you?"  He asked, his fingertips brushing over the natural pout of her lips.  "I don't mind the scratching, i'm all for being marked up during the transitional phase from street to pet."  He LOVED women who had some fight in them and hated the idea of being owned, it was that breaking in period where they really shined - not to mention that first cuddle when they've finally reached that breaking point when everything became PERFECT.  "Heat does do wonders on sore muscles," he nodded liking that she was starting to come to the same page as him, though he could tell a lot of it was her playing coy - not that he minded, again it was the spunk he could see inside of her that kept him drawn in and attentive.  "Don't you like to cut right to the chase," he loved how willing she was to offer given where they were - it's not like they were locked away in some private room.  There were people walking around, anyone could stop and watch at anytime, and he wondered how much he could get her to do knowing there was an audience.  A lot of assets prefered to be behind closed doors but Alec never let that happen - that luxury was reserved for those worthy.  "I'm a greedy man, Kitten, first I want you to warm me up with that pretty little mouth of yours, and then I want you to set me right on fire with that body.  Think you could do that for me?"

nikita aimed to appear confident at all times, and most of the time it worked. she wasn’t in her element right now though. she was in a strange new place, surrounded by strangers and there were a lot of rules to follow. but nikita never bowed to her own anxiety, so she left her shared suite in the bikini she had been given upon arrival and found the pool. she was perched at the edge of the pool with her legs dipped in the cool water when someone stood over her shoulder. “oh, you spooked me.” she said with a grin, looking up. 

“If kittens were self-sufficient they wouldn’t need owners.” She grinned at him playfully, she laughed to herself lightly, not even sure where she was taking this conversation; but finding that she liked talking to his master, even if he was skilled at dodging her questions at times. She nodded her head in understanding; but that also told her it was either not as bad as the bruising made out or this was something he was used too. It made her curious, but Eloise decided if he want to explain further he would. Especially at the comment about her asking questions - he’d made a similar remark when they met in the library. “Just a little bit.” she retorted, before head head tilted to the side, red hair fluttering at his comment. “Good to know, if the cops ever do show up, I’ll know to lie and say I’ve never seen you then.” She considered his words and nodded. “Good point. Lots of people enjoy boxing and martial arts.” she hadn’t considered that before that moment; though she didn’t have time to think on it when his next question came. Is that going to be a problem? Why would her opinion on it be questioned on it? In future terms? Her mouth opened and closed a couple of time as she tried to figure out why he’d come back in such a state often - maybe he did do that type of thing for fun? “That depends really, am I going to be the one patching you up every time?” she joked, though she didn’t mind that idea. Asking had been a either worse idea or the best idea, especially as her eyes landed on his abs. She barely noticed the bruising until he started trailing her hand down and her tongue pressed to the inside of her cheek, as she looked down as to avoid his eyes, in a bid to stop a blush. Tongue ran over dry lips as she place the ice pack in the ice bucket next to her so that she could use both hands. Nimble fingers undone the buckle before she looked at him. “How much ice do you need here Sir?”

"Only the LUCKY ones have owners," he pointed out, "others live their lives on the streets hoping to be picked up and taken home."  In which case if he came across them he'd more than willingly invite them into his home.  "Do us both the favor and keep them generalized and we'll be alright," the second the question started getting closer to him he'd probably tighten the reins - he couldn't have his asset thinking she could just ask him ANYTHING.  There needed to be set boundaries, "that'd probably be the best thing for both of us."  He liked how willing she was to play along, that'd come in handy later on when he TRULY put her to work.  "Mm, you are right," narrowing professions down though it still didn't mean he made money in that sort of field.  "It'd depend on how often I want you to be," she may have been suggested to him but the others were not off limits.  He could tell she was fishing to try to find out her pairing but he wouldn't come right out and tell her, not yet anyway, the time for that bombshell was NOT today.  "Ice?"  He laughed as he shook his head, coming to undo the button of his jeans as he felt them loosen against his hips while she questioned him.  "That's one thing i'll NEVER ask for," ice to the crotch did not sound like a fun experience so he'd pass.  "There are other ways to heal, Kitten, you didn't already know this?"  A hand came up to brush through her hair as he placed them against the back of her neck to pull her just SLIGHTLY closer.  "I'm a hurting man after all, I need something to dull the ache, and you can't think of anything?"   He looked somewhat disappointed, "I had high hopes for you, Kitten."

Her head immediately stopped when he’d protested at the thought of the ice being moved to his face. She understood why he was apprehensive, the first touch always stung like hell. There had been times after her family died, that she had pushed herself too hard in the gym to distract herself and had to take ice baths, those were the definition of torture. “I’ll be gentle, I promise Sir.” she told him and when he confirmed her was burnt out she nodded her head, giving a small noise of surprise as he pulled her closer to get her more comfortable. “Oh I don’t know, you called me Kitten last week, don’t people take care of kittens?” Her tone matched his teasing, but she winced as he did. “Sorry, did I hurt you?” she moved the ice back a second to adjust the cubes a little so they wouldn’t obnoxiously press against tender skin. “Should I worry that the cops are going to burst in any minute and haul you off then?” her tone was light. “I’d hate to think what you got in a fight over if this is the end result.” Eloise smiled a little and bright eyes met his. “Very loaded apparently, but yes, someone should right? Especially if the other places you’re hurt as bad as this eye Sir.” She bit her lip in concentration, it was hard to think with his arm around her still, so she was trying to pour all her focus into tending to the bruising around his eye. “So are you going to tell me Sir? If you are hurt anywhere else?” she asked gently.

"Got to teach 'em how to be self-sufficient," he grinned as he took her question as a soft challenge.  She had spunk, he'd give her that much, but didn't all kittens when they were first brought home before settling?  At least she didn't whine all of the time, for that reason alone she stood out to him.  "Not so much hurt," it took a LOT to hurt him after everything he faced on the daily, "it's more discomfort than anything."  Those aches let him know that he was alive and well though and for that he was eternally grateful.  "So many questions, Kitten, so inquisitive..."  He didn't mind it though, her questions weren't too heavy hitting, "if they do it's going to be for a lot worse than why I got this."  He pointed to his face with his free hand, "maybe it was for fun and nothing more?"  He cautioned, a grin playing across his lips knowing there wasn't many people in the world that took fighting as anything remotely fun.  "Don't worry about me, Kitten, it's pretty normal for me to come to the island banged up, is that going to be a problem?"  He STILL hadn't told her she was his but this question alone may have hinted at it.  Oh damn, she was FEISTY too if he was reading this situation right (he might not be though - he honestly was shit at reading people), so of course being who he was he pulled his shirt up to show her the bruising on his ribs.  "I'm a LITTLE sore here," taking her hand to press it against his stomach as he trailed her fingertips - still holding onto her hand as to guide it himself and give her no freedom - down to his belt.  "Undo it for me will you, it REALLY hurts to move."

She was delighted to have company, after all the emails and her work, she really needed some distraction. And she couldn’t say he didn’t look like a WONDERFUL kind of distraction indeed. The mistress nodded, turned to look around someone as well but he seemed to be swifter with that. “Diana, nice to meet you,” the woman quickly introduced herself before turned to the staff member. “Just black coffee with a bit of sugar, please.” She remembered the time back when she had tasted coffee and it had been just horrible. It had obviously had milk in it, but once she tried it black… She had found enjoyment in the drink right away. “How’s your day been? I hope more RELAXING than mine,” she questioned, smiling at him once the staff member hurried away.

She’d not seen the master she’d met in the library since his mishap in ending up in the library a week ago, since then the asset had spent her time getting used to her new surroundings. She was on her way down to the gym when she heard a voice calling to her and she frowned for a second, head tilting in confusion at his question until he pointed to his eye. Eloise’s eyebrows raised in surprise and she nodded her head before moving to the bar on the floor and asking the barman for an ice bucket and a clean dishtowel. Moving back over, she sat herself on the table in front of Alec, her hand taking a handful of ice, before wrapping it in the dish towel and leaning forward to press it against his eye gently. “Do you want me to continue to hold it Sir, or let you do it? It looks painful, I hope the other guy came off worse.” she teased a little, lips twitching into a small smile. Unknowing of his profession, her assumption was some other master had touched his asset and they’d gotten into it. “Are you hurt anywhere else?” She asked wanting to make sure the master was ok.

The island hadn’t lately been as full of life as it had been during the holidays, and something about it pleased her. She was curious to see how the beginning of this year would be on Eros, since she had absolutely NO plans to leave this place just yet. “Yes,” she said, turned her gaze away from her laptop as she sensed another person nearby, “it’s available.” Diana gestured towards the empty seat around the table, she wouldn’t mind some company. She was practically FINISHED anyway. “I wouldn’t mind a cup of coffee, though, how about you?”

“I don’t know really, it’s just a worry.” She told him with a shrug and when he asked why she would think that she laughed lightly. “We’re standing in a library, I don’t exactly scream sexy. Which I’m fairly sure is what this place is predominantly designed for. I’m a bit of a nerd. books, Star War - cosplayed as Leia once. Depends on their preferences I guess.” She tended to overthink things a lot. Perhaps one of the reasons she came here, because she wouldn’t be allowed to be indecisive, she’d have to follow rules and orders. “Probably the best way to do it really.” She definitely felt the whole shit at picking thing. Her more recent ex’s were a prime example of Grade A douchebags. She definitely related to that. But she was sure that Alec - Sir - had far too many choices. There was a small part of her that wanted to ask more questions as he asked, it was on the tip of her tongue to ask more, solely because he’d past comment, but there was no need to be bratty for no reason to someone she had just met. “Only when I’m nervous Sir.” she found herself admitting to him. As he started started to move around her, she made to turn to follow him until he told her to relax and not move and her feet halted, her teeth curling over her bottom lip as she tried to figure out what he was doing. Then she thought about him asking what she thought would turn masters away from her. He was probably doing his own appraisal given the topic. She struggled the with urge to look around to see what he was doing. Her head rolling slightly as she caught herself before she did so. “Relax.” she repeated lightly, mainly to herself. It was far easier said than done, but she was managing - barely.

“You do a lot of talking and explaining for someone who is apparently going to get a headache from someone such as myself. Besides I would like to recall the time where you approached me.” taking the moment to show a quite standoffish stance and crossing her arms signalling a cold body language; “And don’t call me kitten or you’ll see these claws come out” she hated when men called her pet names when they were until pretentious terms. “But if you’re so ‘done’ with me why don’t you walk away-… nothin stoppin ya”

She practically LIVED on attention, and his hungry eyes were only exciting the girl further, having her fingers work a little faster, wishing for them to become his soon enough. But he was taking his time, even though it was FRUSTRATING her so much, his hand didn’t travel to her core but instead capturing her breast, making the petite back of hers to arch in need. Her movements trembled for a moment when she tried to focus again, tried to remain in control even if he was making it so HARD. Failing wasn’t an option, he made it clear, urging her to keep going or all the fun would be gone. And even though the hand exploring her chest wasn’t enough to fulfill her desires, it was still better than having NO touch at all. The dark eyes glanced down between her spread thighs, as if she couldn’t already FEEL how wet she was, how her fingers were glistening with her juices. ”No… I want you to… fuck me, please…” Valentina let out a small whimper. “I want to feel your COCK inside me…” Her two fingers following her words, thrusting between her sensitive folds, making her lips part in pleasure. “PLEASE…”

Monique having been claimed officially had a little bit more control over she could have sex with and who she didn’t want to; “Though you haven’t told me, your body language at the start of conversation and that sly smirk didn’t make it hard for me to guess what your intentions were” this was a sex Island, Monique doubted he wanted a banana split with extra fudge on top. “You might as well have, but even if you did you would have gotten a hard no from me anyways so it’s probably a good idea you saved your breath”. At the mention of her mistress she quirked her eyebrow; “I wouldn’t talk about my mistress like that if I were you. But if you did I would love to see her reaction if you said that to her face”

He adored watching the assets who thought they were so feisty let a little steam go, staring at her as she continued to talk relentlessly.  At the warning of saying what he'd said infront of her mistress he could only laugh, "aw, kitten, don't tell me your mistress gets upset THAT easily, no wonder she's gone and claimed the first pair of eyes that bat towards her if that's the case.  Better to be safe than sorry if she can't handle a simple remark.  BESIDES, if we're getting technical, the insult was more towards you than her.  I said she'd have her hands full, not that she couldn't do it, because her assets got a mouth on her that won't quit.  Nothing wrong was said of the mistress, just that she had her work cut out for her.  But, by all means, feel free to introduce us ANYTIME and i'd gladly tell her everything i'm saying to you."  He was NOT afraid of a mistress by any means, and wasn't going to be silenced just from a warning.  "Why don't you run along now, i'm done with you kitten, before you give me a headache."