03-15-2014, 12:44 PM
Spectra didn't welcome being corrected. She did welcome Hood's hand diving beneath the jacket. She slid into the circle of his arms and forgave him the sleight to her ego. She found herself forgiving him of much in the span of one night. For no one else was she so generous, but he gave her the world, so she could give him a few inches.
Her back arched away as her torso twisted to face him like a cat stretching in hot sunlight, but the driver was watching, and around the edge of Hood's neck she flashed him an amorous lick of the lips. Did Hood know the glances they shared? She did enjoy toying with him so, but only to see what he would do. A heartless man embittered by lustful passion was thoroughly entertaining. As the mouse to the paws of a cat too full to devour its prey but too amused to release it, too. She adored Hood wriggling on the ends of her strings. A man in his position could chase, and capture, any woman he wanted. That he wanted her shuddered victorious chills with his every touch.
She gave his house no more attention than any other. She was, however, careful to watch her footing. The yip of dogs implied the possibility of dogshit smearing her shoes, and after avoiding soggy red carpet, she had no intention of ruining them now.
Spectra's chin tilted, drenched in the combination of moonlight and the twin beams of the car's head lamps. Hood clapped the driver on the arm, and she watched the man's eyes carefully for any cringe of pain that might have passed beneath the grip.
She was pleased to be sealed inside, away from both the pack of dogs and the cold black sky. She surveyed the interior with little critique beyond the potential for each and every piece of furniture. The iron smelled faintly of sweat, and she imagined his back straining against the bench for each and every surge of strength. There was a faint musk of new paint seeping from the walls. It was otherwise clean and sparse. Empty and cold.
Like the man that inhabited it.
She approved greatly.
After finishing her self-guided tour, she sauntered to one side of the exercise bench, swept the stem of an endless leg across to the other side, and sat, straddled. She let his jacket slide down her arms and perched her chin on her hands, apparently bored, but also apparently begging him to relieve her of her impatience. She'd taken a similar pose for a recent cover shoot involving a half-million dollar sports car. The billboard of which cast a constant glow upon the Outer Ring Roads surrounding Moscow.
"You're right. This is no home,"
she said. The burning of her eyes upon his approved.
Waiting, that was when she allowed the seduction of the great power to bathe her soul in cabalistic warmth. The ecstasy warmed her blood from within and flushed her eyes with the same volcanic passion that his hands had elicited when she'd last been in his lap. Remind you of anything? They silently asked. Her heart beat inside her chest, aching with all the long hours of foreplay.
"I've had yet to properly thank you for giving me what I always wanted,"
her hints flowed like the wide river of power in which she hovered. He may have only been the bearer of good news, but luckily, Spectra intended to reward him all the same.
She curled a finger that he come closer.
Her back arched away as her torso twisted to face him like a cat stretching in hot sunlight, but the driver was watching, and around the edge of Hood's neck she flashed him an amorous lick of the lips. Did Hood know the glances they shared? She did enjoy toying with him so, but only to see what he would do. A heartless man embittered by lustful passion was thoroughly entertaining. As the mouse to the paws of a cat too full to devour its prey but too amused to release it, too. She adored Hood wriggling on the ends of her strings. A man in his position could chase, and capture, any woman he wanted. That he wanted her shuddered victorious chills with his every touch.
She gave his house no more attention than any other. She was, however, careful to watch her footing. The yip of dogs implied the possibility of dogshit smearing her shoes, and after avoiding soggy red carpet, she had no intention of ruining them now.
Spectra's chin tilted, drenched in the combination of moonlight and the twin beams of the car's head lamps. Hood clapped the driver on the arm, and she watched the man's eyes carefully for any cringe of pain that might have passed beneath the grip.
She was pleased to be sealed inside, away from both the pack of dogs and the cold black sky. She surveyed the interior with little critique beyond the potential for each and every piece of furniture. The iron smelled faintly of sweat, and she imagined his back straining against the bench for each and every surge of strength. There was a faint musk of new paint seeping from the walls. It was otherwise clean and sparse. Empty and cold.
Like the man that inhabited it.
She approved greatly.
After finishing her self-guided tour, she sauntered to one side of the exercise bench, swept the stem of an endless leg across to the other side, and sat, straddled. She let his jacket slide down her arms and perched her chin on her hands, apparently bored, but also apparently begging him to relieve her of her impatience. She'd taken a similar pose for a recent cover shoot involving a half-million dollar sports car. The billboard of which cast a constant glow upon the Outer Ring Roads surrounding Moscow.
"You're right. This is no home,"
she said. The burning of her eyes upon his approved.
Waiting, that was when she allowed the seduction of the great power to bathe her soul in cabalistic warmth. The ecstasy warmed her blood from within and flushed her eyes with the same volcanic passion that his hands had elicited when she'd last been in his lap. Remind you of anything? They silently asked. Her heart beat inside her chest, aching with all the long hours of foreplay.
"I've had yet to properly thank you for giving me what I always wanted,"
her hints flowed like the wide river of power in which she hovered. He may have only been the bearer of good news, but luckily, Spectra intended to reward him all the same.
She curled a finger that he come closer.