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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2012 8:15 pm
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Leon CourtWith each sting of the whip, Leon's arousal grew and grew, until his breeches were so tight, he could hardly stand it. Without fail, he cried out as the whip kissed his skin, each kiss leaving a red mark. Finally, he could take no more. "Pl-please, Master!" he cried, daring a glance up. His eyes, though clouded with desire, glistened with tears. "I beg you...I need...re-release..."
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2012 8:40 pm
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Upon hearing such a request, Nikolai snapped his gaze at him. Leon was a wonderful sight, his tattered clothing nothing but shreds, his dusty skin painted with red of all shades. As horrific a sight this was to the ordinary eye, Captain Nikolai saw it as nothing more than a brilliant piece of art. The clear tears dripping into the blood, so bright against the dark of the wood against Leon. He'd be sure to take a mental photograph of this. Nikolai lowered his whip and his hand to his side as he finished eyeing his slave. He wanted release, did he? Reaching him within three large steps, Nikolai nearly pressed his own body against Leon's own body. The hand that didn't grip the whip rose and pressed itself tightly against the slave's body. A shudder of pleasure ran down the captain's spine and shook his breath as he ran his hand down Leon's body, his fingers running against each ridge bump that had been a slash of the whip's scathing. The body he felt shuddered and only made him press his hand harder against him, tracing his index and middle finger along each cut. All twenty of them. "So you want me to release you, do you?" Nikolai whispered softly into Leon's ears, listening intently to his own breathing. Short and labored, simply delightful. "And why, prey tell, should I listen to you?" For a second his hand lingered dangerously close to the groin, but he only moved it upwards to the cuts.
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 10:00 pm
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Leon CourtHe shrugged the coat off, ripping what was left of the shirt off in one swift movement. "So long as we agree to stop ruining perfectly good shirts with whips," he laughed, pulling the coat back on after setting the ruined shirt on the arm of the couch. "There's actually a sex room downstairs that was set up for me and Maggie, with all these costumes and toys, but we never got to use them. You can go down there and check it out if you want. Hell, I'll even come with you!" Leon set his book back on its shelf, turning back with his hands on his waist. His hair was still pulled back into a ponytail, albeit, a very messy ponytail. He looked like any other rogue, but with a small softness about him. It was like he was just beginning to crawl from the darkness into the light.
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2012 3:28 pm
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By then Nikolai's long coat had shortened back to his preferred blazer, he reverted from pirate captain to Sinful teacher. "Oh posh, dearie, I didn't like that shirt on you anyway." he scoffed and placed a hand on his hip, his lime green eyes exchanging their previous cruelty for dreariness. He gazed at Leon for a moment, charmed by his look of pure innocence, which was ironic seeing as by what happened. "How you've the energy for another round, dearie, I'll never know!" he laughed lightly and was just about to collapse onto the couch when he heard a caw from outside of the cabin. It sounded just like any other caw, but it gained Nikolai's attention. "Oh!" He hurried to the nearest window and saw the very crow pecking at the glass, stopping occasionally to shake snowflakes off its feathers. "Hello dearie." the Sin smiled and opened the window to let the crow in. The crow cawed again then flew up to Nikolai's shoulder just as he closed the window.
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2012 8:09 pm
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Leon Court"Fifteen minutes," he said, smiling softly. In the back of his mind, he still thought Nikolai would leave, but was too scared to say anything. Still, the teacher stood and, kissing Nikolai's forehead with the most masculinity a man can have, left the room. Fifteen minutes later, he returned, two plates of angel hair spaghetti in his hands.
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