Same Roman and Reader Dynamic as Creative Fervor. Roman remembers when Reader was brought to him in Chapter 1.
The voice yapped away into his ear as he watched you flutter into his office. Your dress was bright and practically slid over your curves.
After settling onto the sofa, you tucked some hair behind your ear and finally looked his way. You smiled, he loved how it reached your eyes. It always did.
He had only let you ever see him really smile. There was his smile to his patrons and he had one that he wore for meetings. There was also the one he gave his employees. However, you were the only one that saw the one that would crinkle his eyes. Or be brought on from a laugh from deep within him.
He reminded the first smile you had given him. It had been in the rolls on the way to your studio. It had pulled on him.
Sure you had smiled before. But that had been the days of you with purple hair and before you ever knew who he was or what he was capable of.
In the pit of his stomach he heat pooled and knotted as he watched you sit in his office pretty as you please.
He finished the call and got up.
He went over to where you leaned against the arm rest of the sofa. “Hi baby.” Reaching he cupped your cheek, gently caressing it with his thumb. “How are you doing today?”
You smiled, leaning into his hand. “I’m good now that I’m here with you.”
Your words made the knots tighten. “Good.” Now daddy, is a little busy but he is going to try and set some time aside for you.”
You beamed, your eyes brightening. “Only if that is good for you. I don’t want you getting behind because I’m here.”
“Not all baby.” He smiled, looking you over. He had always thought having someone around would be a nuisance but you, you were a delight to have around. “I’ll be right back.”
“Ok!” You said brightly. Your attention went back to the latest issue of interior design monthly.
Ever since they gave you an interview, a free subscription came to the club. Kind of annoying, but that’s what happens when the best interior designer becomes your girl. You no longer just get offerings to buy the best liquor in the country for your nightclub.
Walking down the hall, he glanced back at the doorway of his office. He liked the idea of you perched there.
Taking his cellphone out he messaged Zsasz, to thoroughly clean and detail their tools downstairs.
He did not right now want to be interrupted. Confident, there now would not be, he went further into the penthouse. Going into his special wing, he put the code into the panel and with a swish the door opened.
He looked over the knives on display. He ran a finger over one of his favorites. Nah, he thought he would not slice your clothes off today. Too much to clean up. Though he certainly delighted in how you reacted to the blades being so close to your skin. He loved how wet it made you.
Shaking his head, he went further into his room. A smirk, curled his lips when something caught his eyes. He dragged his fingers over a trusty pair of cuffs. They were the same ones that had been on your wrists, he believer. That brought a burst of delight to his senses.
He grabbed them and slipped them into his suit jacket. He gave the room a cursory glance. Nah, he didn’t need anything else.
Leaving the room, the door whispered just behind him. He stopped eyeing the bar, before returning to his office.
You smiled as he walked in. “Baby, do you trust me?”
Your brow wrinkled. “Of course I do.”
“Good.” He smiled. “I was reminiscing and” He pressed his lips together. “And well I want us to have a little fun.”
He could see that special light come to your eyes as he spoke. “Oh?”
“Yes.”
He knew deep down, what he was exercising was the darker part of his soul. He had been itching be this level of dominate with you. It wasn’t because he thought less of you or even doubted how you felt about him, but the idea turned him on and he wanted to do it.
“Now, if at any moment you feel uncomfortable tell me.” He swallowed, saying that kind of surprised him. He was always so used to taking what he wanted. He realized cared for you deeper then he expected.
You put the magazine down beside you. “What do you want daddy?” You looked at him through your lashes.
“That’s my girl.” He smiled. “Now stand for him.”
Once you did he immediately grabbed one wrist, reaching into his pocked he took out the cuffs. Very easily he placed them on your wrists. Their metallic sound filled his office. The sound that it brought from you only fueled his desire.
“Wiggle those pretty little hands to show daddy how they bind together for him.”
You did, they jangled a little. He smirked. “Good.”
A soft flush came over you, your eyes grew shiny.
“Look at you. Ready for daddy to do what he wishes.”
“Yes, daddy.”
He nodded, then grabbed your arm. “Over here.” He pulling you just so, your heels clicking against the floor. He brought you up against his desk. Before you could move he was against you. “Damn, you feel so good against me.” He breathed into your ear. Easily he reached around held your hands to his desk. “Can you feel what you’ve done to me?” He rubbed his growing hardness against you.
“Yes, daddy.” There was a twinge of whimper to your voice. He loved it.
Reaching around he dragged down and reached under the skirt of your dress. He found your panties. “Let them fall.”
“Yes, daddy.”
He tugged and pulled at them, making them fall to the floor like an autumn leaf.
“Step out of them.”
Bracing yourself against his desk and rubbing against him, you easily did. Stepping back, he turned you around once again.
“There’s my baby.” He tilted his head as he looked at you. “Do you remember when you brought to me, hand cuffed and all?” He gently tugged at the cuffs.
You nodded.
“This time, I am the one who did it.”
You nodded.
“You have always been mine.”
“Yes.”
“That makes me very happy.” With a suddenness he was known for, he picked you up and placed you on his desk. He opened your legs, pushing up the skirt, he opened you even wider. He easily then came to stand between your legs.
He smirked as he saw your hands come to rest, demurely over the apex between your legs. “Always a lady.”
He pulled you close, he pulled the cloth belt. In doing so, your dress easily opened. “Just like that first time.” He easily opened it so not much of you remained hidden from him.
You nodded.
“I need you.” He simply said. Finally he attended to himself. Undoing his slacks, he took himself out.
He put your arms around his throat as he pulled you closer to him. He gently rubbed against you, pulling the most delightful sound from you.
“You feel so good.” He murmured, meeting your eyes. He loved how your fingers felt in his hair.
Very easily he slid into you. “Baby.” He exhaled. You were so slick, that moving in and out of you was amazing. “Mine.” He managed.
“Yes.” You breathed.
As he held you just the right one way, he bent down and kissed you. It was a hungry kiss. Reaching up as he kissed you, he unclasped your bra. He broke the kiss. “There you are, let me hear you.”
He ran his gloved hands over your already very erect nipples. You whimpered and writhed more under him, as he touched you more.
When you shuddered he met your eyes. “Is my baby already close?”
“Yes, daddy.”” You whimpered, arching against him.
“Cum for me then, right here on my desk.”
“Thank you, daddy.”
Your fingers, clutched tightly onto the back of his shirt. As moans poured from you. He didn’t let up. He was close as well, and it felt so damn good.
“Daddy.” You moaned. And your body and legs tightened around him.
“That’s my girl.” He smiled and moving still he finally let himself move harder and deeper. He groaned as he came hard into you.
Panting, he held onto you. Trembles from your body and his matched and did their own little dance. Very adeptly, better then he thought he would be. He eased you from his grasp, he reached in and took out the key and undid the cuffs. Taking them off they clanked on his hard, wooden desk.
He stood as your arms rested. Taking a hand and meeting your eyes kissed one and the other wrist. “That was fun.” He smiled.
You nodded. You were breathless. “Yes.”
Reluctantly, he pulled back and tucked himself away. Still with some energy in him, he grabbed you, easily picking you, he took a few steps back and sat on the sofa. Your heels fell noisily to the ground but you easily curled up in his lap as he sat there.
He rubbed your arm as you nestled closer to his shoulder. “From the moment, you walked in, I needed you.”
You looked at him and flushed. “I needed you too.” You whispered and pressed a kiss against his throat.
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All I want right now is someone to sleep with. Not someone to fuck me, but I want someone I can curl up against, inhale their scent, feel that person's warmth and know everything's going to be alright... I just don't know if I'll be able to have that again.
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I'm quite afraid of being judged. I'm not a bad person, and I don't want to be rejected by people just because of what I am, or what I do/don't support.
For example, I don't support gay/homosexual marriage. I love the gay/lesbian/bi & supporters people that I meet on here, and I befriend/follow quite a few. I kind of wish someone had told me before that the majority here are gay supporters, because then I might not have joined, so as to not feel like dirt.
I know that many of the posts against the other side are probably against those who fear homosexuals, but you make the rest of us who simply don't support the marriage as low-lifes. I'm not scared, okay? I'm just someone who is following her religion. It's pretty black-and-white for me on the topic of homosexual marriage.
I don't blame any gay man for being gay. I know that you being attracted to guys probably wasn't a conscious choice; it's just something you found out about yourself. I don't avoid lesbians or shy away from friendship. For any lesbian, I know that you didn't just decide that you liked other girls, but that it was just something you realized about yourself. This civil union thing...is it just living together? I don't see why you guys can't. People who love each other are best friends. They support one another. They enjoy each other's company. If you do that without trying any over-the-top kinky stuff, I'm fine. No, you can't ever have intercourse. But that's how I personally am testing your love. If you love each other very very very much and want to be righteous (in my eyes, anyway), then you need to set boundaries as to far how you can go.
These are personally my thoughts only. Don't take my words and hold others accountable to it, not even the Catholic Church. Because these are soley mine.
Since I've been avoiding making updates regarding my game project. Well there's a reason for that but it's a se-cr-et (waves index finger). I decided to just do a composer spotlight this morning. I've got a lot of songs on my computer, on cds, and digital copies. I honestly try to purchase OSTs and Art Albums instead of just like downloading them. I mean, sometimes it could be expensive but if you space out your purchases it's not too bad and well worth it. I guess I am old fashion.
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Here is my fav song from the spotlight artist. It's the main theme from Parasite Eve, Orchestral version. It's not in the album I mentioned below but I wanted to post it anyways.
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Yoko Shimomura, She just an amazing composer and if you ever want to hear her music I suggest you get a copy of Drammatica: The Very Best of Yoko Shimomura
I've uploaded a just a few songs I loved. It's so hard to even choose as the entire album is awesome :(.
