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Post reblogged from Mistress of Deception with 13 notes
“You got me angry and here I was going to ask you a question before letting up. But now, nope. You’re just dead meat to me anyway. What do you matter?”
And really, what did she matter to him? Absolutely nothing. Just another slave attempting to escape. Just another faceless person being used to further the Mistress’ reign. Swallowing when she arched and made herself prone, he knew her intention but was forced to ask anyway. To keep up face that he wasn’t interested unless she made it interesting. “Oh yea? And how do you plan on doing that? Wiggling your assets isn’t going to get me to let you go.”
She rolled her eyes and the ground, resisting the urge to toss out a few choice names. She fixed a seductive smile on her face and peered back over her shoulder. “I’m pretty good at making myself matter, if you hadn’t noticed. And I can do much more than wiggle, but as you can see my hands are, quite literally, tied at the moment.”
Chuckling tauntingly at her own joke she squirmed again, more to adjust his weight pushing on her lungs but it had a pleasant side effect. Letting out a small noise that could easily be taken as a moan she relaxed her fisted hands, untensing just enough to show she was done struggling…for now.
“Why don’t you answer a question for me then, since I’m just dead meat?” She looked back at the ground in front of her, the strain from craning her neck beginning to hurt. ”When’s the last time you’ve been with someone who actually wanted it? Someone who wasn’t being forced there, who wasn’t silent and immobile and compliant to everything you said? You people have your sex slaves but I always thought that sounded so unsatisfying.” She worked out a shrug as she sighed dramatically. ”You loss, then.”
He eyed her, the joke hanging in the air between them before he listened to her bargain. Eyes glazing over her prone body and he licked his lips. She could give him something. Maybe even a little more entertainment. But he would have to let her go. Risk getting in trouble. Was she worth it?
Possibly.
“I do have someone that wants it. He’s quite sad and insane though so there’s not much there for me I’ll have to say. But you on the other hand…Who’s to say I take your offer and you don’t just try to escape? I can’t trust you, you can’t trust me. What’s a pair of crazed people on opposite sides of the line to do? Hm?”
Source: looks-cankill
Photo reblogged from Moon Goddess with 40 notes
“Finish your food, it’s time to go.”
“Tch. That’s no fun, I was just getting to meat.”
Source: moon-goddesss
Photo reblogged from herrengarderobe with 31 notes
“Dress nice.”
“I always dress nice.”
“Dress nice.”
“Ooo~, you mean, that sort. tch. As you wish.”
Source: herrengarderobe
Photo reblogged from Godspard, God of Ulliel with 51 notes
“Appeasing the press is harder than you think Wanda.”
“Then don’t play nice. Make them squirm.”
“You always know what to say~”
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Photo reblogged from Gaspard Ulliel with 44 notes
Don’t tempt me. You don’t want the Devil on your heels, now do you?
Source: -gaspardulliel
Photo reblogged from Penelope Lannier with 35 notes
Please. Sit. We’ve business to discuss about the Rebels in your home.
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Post reblogged from Mistress of Deception with 13 notes
He sneered at her reply. Typical that someone do beautiful could be so stupid. Smacking her across her face he let up only to flip her around and press her face into the dirt. He gave a small little laugh as he shook his head.
“You want to get caught that badly hmm? Well, I won’t argue with a lady’s request.” He pressed his knee into the back of her spine and began to bind one wrist in a zip tie, wrenching her arm back to bring her other wrist over and do the same with the other.
She groaned at the strike, gritting her teeth and forcing herself not to acknowledge it further. Any sound she would have made, however would have been muffled by the ground now directly in front of her face. She moved her head to the side craning her neck trying to watch his actions. This was basically going the opposite of how she intended. Snide remarks and staying strong was what helped her escape him before…but some other strategy was obviously needed.
His knee dug into her back, making her voice sound strained under his weight. “I thought you weren’t taking me in, Azzy? Change your mind?” She grunted again as her arm was tugged roughly and adjoined to her other. “The others don’t even know you’ve found me…you could let me go and everyone would be none the wiser. Besides…” she started, manuevering her body and arching her back to lift her hips up towards him, a coy smile spread across her lips. ”…I could make it worth your while.”
“You got me angry and here I was going to ask you a question before letting up. But now, nope. You’re just dead meat to me anyway. What do you matter?”
And really, what did she matter to him? Absolutely nothing. Just another slave attempting to escape. Just another faceless person being used to further the Mistress’ reign. Swallowing when she arched and made herself prone, he knew her intention but was forced to ask anyway. To keep up face that he wasn’t interested unless she made it interesting. “Oh yea? And how do you plan on doing that? Wiggling your assets isn’t going to get me to let you go.”
Source: looks-cankill
Photo reblogged from Smoking Celebrities with 40 notes
Don’t you know it’s rude to stare?
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Link reblogged from Mistress of Deception with 13 notes
Mistress of Deception: bitchescallmesatan: Admittedly, he got confused at the sight of her... →
She blinked looking back up the sky, grateful he could not see her face. His warm breath so close to her made her shudder, but it wasn’t from fear. If anything, it was shock. Rumors of brainwashing and mind control had been floating through base camp, but those with a good head on their shoulders didn’t believe it. Rogue had immediately dismissed the notion, so why shouldn’t she? He’s lying she tried to convince herself, they all lie. Don’t let him break you.
She swallowed, mustering up her confidence and tilted her head to face him, a snide look on her face. ”Oh, I’m sorry, do you want me to be the scared little girl? Do you want me whimper and beg?” She twisted her face, pouting her lips as though she was about to cry before she deadpanned. ”Get real. I’ve been on the run almost my entire life, you think I get scared that easily? I don’t think there’s room for two on this ego trip of yours so unless your grand scheme is to talk me to death why don’t you just let me go and take your whipping like the good little mindless shit you are.”
He sneered at her reply. Typical that someone do beautiful could be so stupid. Smacking her across her face he let up only to flip her around and press her face into the dirt. He gave a small little laugh as he shook his head.
“You want to get caught that badly hmm? Well, I won’t argue with a lady’s request.” He pressed his knee into the back of her spine and began to bind one wrist in a zip tie, wrenching her arm back to bring her other wrist over and do the same with the other.
Source: looks-cankill
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