Post by Nanao Ise on May 6, 2012 3:50:22 GMT -6
Her jaw clenched as he began to excise some of the larger shards, granting her an uncharacteristic mercy as he leered behind her. His hot breath washed over her neck as fresh blood oozed down her back, and the glee in his voice was apparent. Unable to prevent herself flinching as his thumb smeared a crimson line across her jaw-line, she thought she might have considered the gesture tender if it wasn’t so sadistic.
“I can’t ruin this dress. I didn’t count on it getting destroyed so I don’t have anything else-“
She cut off abruptly as his chin came to rest upon her shoulder, eyes widening and body rigid as the sound of the zipper being drawn downwards permeated the silence. The cold metal slid easily across her skin after the latch had been conquered (a feat she was surprised the Arrancar had managed), stopping just above her tailbone to reveal her naked back marred by ruby trickles tracing lines across the creamy canvas. Never before had she felt so vulnerable but it was tinged with something more, something raw and dangerous. If it wasn’t so absurd she could’ve sworn that beneath her terror her heart was pounding in excitement. She took a pace forward, clutching across the front of her dress to preserve her dignity as his chin fell away from her offering some relief until his hand landed upon her buttock with a soft thwack. Frozen for only a moment she spun, body loaded with a fierce energy, shooting him the most malicious of looks, hand raised ready to strike him. Regaining her composure before the blow landed, only millimetres from his ferociously smug face, she glared at him in warning before stalking away towards the bathroom. Before she had completely crossed the living space, a notion crossed her mind that the alcohol seemed to encourage. If he wanted a show she could tease him until her heart was content as revenge for his previous trespasses. It was clear from the electricity in the air that he desired her, and this bolstered her confidence enough to permit a taunt.
Pausing in the middle of the chaos of the earlier destruction, she lowered her arms and began to simultaneously run her hands down the sides of her body and swing her hips slowly in a manner most alluring. After a few moments the dress slid off over her curves unveiling the back of her glorious form to the man who she hoped was paying close attention. Apart from that concealed by the scant ebony lace panties, every detail of her body was on display, and she tossed her hair back once more, pleased that the deep scarlet blush couldn’t be seen from where he was sitting. Ever so slowly she stepped over the dress and leaned over to pick it up from the ground, sinews straining and muscles lengthening to embolden the action with finesse and grace. He had seen more than enough. Without turning round, she paced towards the bathroom, doing her best to maintain a languid pace. As soon as she crossed the threshold she slammed the door, fumbling to find the lock and turning it with a loud, obvious clack, before sinking to the ground with a nervous laugh. Well! What where did that come from Lieutenant Ise?
“I can’t ruin this dress. I didn’t count on it getting destroyed so I don’t have anything else-“
She cut off abruptly as his chin came to rest upon her shoulder, eyes widening and body rigid as the sound of the zipper being drawn downwards permeated the silence. The cold metal slid easily across her skin after the latch had been conquered (a feat she was surprised the Arrancar had managed), stopping just above her tailbone to reveal her naked back marred by ruby trickles tracing lines across the creamy canvas. Never before had she felt so vulnerable but it was tinged with something more, something raw and dangerous. If it wasn’t so absurd she could’ve sworn that beneath her terror her heart was pounding in excitement. She took a pace forward, clutching across the front of her dress to preserve her dignity as his chin fell away from her offering some relief until his hand landed upon her buttock with a soft thwack. Frozen for only a moment she spun, body loaded with a fierce energy, shooting him the most malicious of looks, hand raised ready to strike him. Regaining her composure before the blow landed, only millimetres from his ferociously smug face, she glared at him in warning before stalking away towards the bathroom. Before she had completely crossed the living space, a notion crossed her mind that the alcohol seemed to encourage. If he wanted a show she could tease him until her heart was content as revenge for his previous trespasses. It was clear from the electricity in the air that he desired her, and this bolstered her confidence enough to permit a taunt.
Pausing in the middle of the chaos of the earlier destruction, she lowered her arms and began to simultaneously run her hands down the sides of her body and swing her hips slowly in a manner most alluring. After a few moments the dress slid off over her curves unveiling the back of her glorious form to the man who she hoped was paying close attention. Apart from that concealed by the scant ebony lace panties, every detail of her body was on display, and she tossed her hair back once more, pleased that the deep scarlet blush couldn’t be seen from where he was sitting. Ever so slowly she stepped over the dress and leaned over to pick it up from the ground, sinews straining and muscles lengthening to embolden the action with finesse and grace. He had seen more than enough. Without turning round, she paced towards the bathroom, doing her best to maintain a languid pace. As soon as she crossed the threshold she slammed the door, fumbling to find the lock and turning it with a loud, obvious clack, before sinking to the ground with a nervous laugh. Well! What where did that come from Lieutenant Ise?