#amabella

Short story

He’d blindfolded her, and guided her down to the docks. “I told you, I had one more present for you, mon amour,” he said with a grin, happiness in his voice. Zaki then untied the blindfold to reveal the yacht he’d purchased for her. What do you think? Will it be adequate for you?” he asked her. 

41. Have you had sex so far this year?  “Of course I have, look at me.”

51. Is there a boy/girl who you would do absolutely everything for?  “My Selene.”

61. What is the first thing you notice in someone?  “Their body.  How much they irritate me.”

71. What was your kinkiest wet dream?  “I’m a very fortunate man in the fact that most of what I desire is not completely out of the question.  Since I am unfortunately limited in what I can do on this island, most of these dreams of mine are a bit bloodier than what’s currently allowed.”

81. Who are five people you find attractive? “My wife, obviously.  Miss FaBi, Scarlett, I’ve seen a lovely art professor around campus, and I suppose that mouthy slave who so kindly gave me her jewelry.”

Halloween, they say, is the only time where people can be what they want to be. Thalia had believed in that. She thought she might grow confident even if just for a night, that she could be more than just a slave to someone mightier. Poison Ivy, in a way, resembled her family quite well. But in that regard, the night had truly been a disappointment. She enjoyed herself, but not in the way she thought she would. Some things would simply never change. People still looked at her the same way. People still kissed and touched her, simply because they could, and she reciprocated the gestures like the good girl she was.

That must have been the only reason she wasn’t shaking when she finally ran into Amabella. This time, she dared look her in the eye, ready for whatever the other came up with. Thalia knew for a fact that the girl wasn’t done with her, not on the note that she had left her with the other night. Maybe it was best to get over with it already.

“You look beautiful, Amabella”, she commented boldly on the woman’s costume. But Amabella seemed oddly hesitant, out of character almost.  “Are you enjoying yourself?”

Donnie was done with classes for the day and was making his way to the pub when he spotted someone from the corner of his eye. She was gorgeous, whoever she was. He smirked a little and slicked his hair back with one hand before making his way over to her. He took all of her in as he tried to figure out her position here and how to approach this.

“You look like trouble,” he said simply with a smirk. “Which, lucky for you...I tend to like myself some trouble.” He quirked a little grin before holding a hand out towards the woman. “Donnie Miller.”

@amabelladufour​

Kalani didn’t mind the group showers. He was secure in himself, and he wasn’t the type to let his gaze wander. It was simply part of living here as a slave. He was usually one of the last to showers, which was ironic, considering he was one of the first up. He would often schedule a very early class, only so he could skip it and go to the beach without having to cut into his hour of free time. After surfing and swimming, he would hit the showers after most had already used them. This morning was no different. The bound seer shut off the water, and flipped his sopping wet hair back. He heard someone there, speaking to him, or so he assumed, considering he was the only other person in there.

“Well, there is no one that meets, or exceeds my looks. But there are some that I do find attractive, I suppose.”