You Can Never Leave

And she said "We are all just prisoners here, of our own device" And in the master's chambers, They gathered for the feast They stab it with their steely knives, But they just can't kill the beast Multi-Verse. Not shippable but very willing to play. Crispin is sexually and phsyically violent so be prepared (TW: rape, gore, violence, abduction, torture).

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A Scolding|| Crispin & Shane

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Slamming the door behind him he hoped that both men in the room jumped. His eyes were narrowed on Shane standing by the window. Though the girl hadn’t said it was Shane, in fact she smartly said she didn’t know who hurt her, Crispin knew. Not only had he seen his son earlier with a bloody mouth, he knew his flesh and blood and this attack had all the markings of Shane. “What the fuck were you thinking?” He spat out, wanting to slam the arrogant bastard he created into the wall, but refrained, for now. Glancing at Lucas he sighed, knowing he may or may not know what happened. “Did you know he was going after your girl?” Turning his darkening eyes back to Shane, “You know I don’t give a shit what you do, but now I’ve got questions to answer and a community that’s going to freak out because a woman was raped,” he hissed out, clenching his hands at his sides.

“What the fuck, she went to the infirmary?” Lucas asked, shaking his head to look at Shane. “I don’t give a flying fuck, and no I didn’t know but why do you care?” He asked Crispin, who practically spun around to cast his gaze on the large seated man. “Don’t you idiots get it. She was raped and now there is concern.” Raising his voice he mocked the nurse he just came from, “How could we have a man like that here?: Rolling his eyes, “Lucas find someone to blame this on, someone that people will believe could do this. She said she never saw his face.” Grunting out he motioned when Lucas didn’t move fast enough. Lucas walked past Shane and dropped his voice, “Next time invite me,” he mumbled. Once Lucas was out of the room he turned on his only child, the reason for most of his headaches he was sure as well. “Couldn’t let it go could you? What were you thinking, or were you thinking, with anything besides your dick? I thought I raised you better?” He mumbled, going to the secret stash of alcohol and pouring a glass. “Let me start by saying I don’t care you raped her, she’s nothing, it’s the questions, you need to think before you act. We’re lucky she’s covering it up.” A smirk finally filled his features, “Maybe she liked it.”

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The Man Behind The Mask

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Eyes affixed to a spot on a floor still unable to meet his gaze. Despite it, she could feel the intensity and weight of his mood before he chided her in front of the blonde. Fear of the man had been established weeks ago. It wasn’t long after their bonding ceremony his true brutish nature came out. Honestly, she should be ecstatic that his attention was elsewhere; if the ramifications weren’t so severe. When he struck the other woman she looked up, in time to catch him coming, leaving her to panic. Taking a few steps back she ran into the wall just before he grabbed her arm. 

Maybe it was the compounding of humiliation and anger but she was at a breaking point. Digging her heels in it was only when he yanked did she finally move. Throwing his words back, “It has everything to do with us and our vows.” Letting her eyes flicker to small blonde on the floor she felt sympathetic to her plight but right now the other woman was the enemy.  Etta didn’t feel like heeding to his request instead she attempted to tug her arm from the firm grasp. Turning in the doorway she glared at him indignant by the entire situation. “You could at least show me the respect by not sleeping with her in our bed.” Shaking her head as tears trailed down she spat out, “Don’t give her the baby you promised me.” 

His narrowed eyes were set on her, his shoulders showing the tension and anger that filled him, boiling his blood. Not only was Etta acting out but he would have to once again discipline this little tramp in the bed. For a moment he turned from Etta and looked at Em. She had her hand to her face, her lip split from the impact of his hand. Unlike Etta her head was not lowered, her defiance evident, and more so he thought he saw joy in this little outburst and distraction. He place one hand on the belt loose around his hips and arched one brow, but it was enough to make its impact and she dropped her eyes, pulling the sheet around her again and going silent. Returning to Etta he rolled his eyes when she went to leave him. Did she not remember how much that act angered him? By now she should know her place, they were bonded after all, but apparently women around here couldn't be bothered to remember these things. It was why he treated them the way he did. While he enjoyed Etta greatly and she was a good "wife," women in general always brought about his anger. He supposed it had something to do with his mother, but at the end of the world who had time for psychological bull shit like that.Clearing his throat he tightened his grip on her arm, forcing her to move. Great he thought, not she was being stubborn as well. "No Etta it had nothing to do with them," he said again firmly. There was no argument, he was the man, he was the fucking leader, who was she to argue with that? When she went to pull her arm free he quickly reached over and grabbed her other one, slamming her into the open doorway. "Wipe that look off your fucking face," he spit out at her, his hands bruisingly tight, knuckles white with the force. Eyes widened at her words and he had to stop from truly hurting her for this disrespect. "That is my fucking bed and I can do who and what I want in it." 

His eyes were dark with the rage coursing through him and with force he slammed her into the wall again. "How dare you speak to me like this in my fucking house." He was yelling now, spit on his lip as he hissed out the words. "You don't deserve the fucking baby, you don't deserve my seed, you acting a child yourself." He roared, letting go of her only to raise his arm and back hand her hard enough to knock her down. "I will give you the child when you deserve it, when you know your place." With a kick to her stomach he stood to his full height. "Now go downstairs and clean up."Lifting his leg again he stopped when he heard his name. Turning he saw Em standing in the doorway, not even bothering with the sheet. "Crispin," she cried out. "Stop, you're going to kill her, stop." Her eyes darted to the woman on the ground, eyes filled with tears. Though she barely knew this woman, she could not bear to see someone hurt, and so brutally. "Just stop, please. You know I can take a hit, take it out on me." Reaching for his arm she stood tall, but small compared to him. "Let's go back in the room, I think she's gotten the point." Em would make it a point to tell this poor woman that she couldn't have kids and she had nothing to worry about. Feeling the heat of his anger she pulled on his arm, waiting for the pain that was sure to follow. Without pause he kicked at Etta again, making Em cry out. An evil smirk forming on his lips. "Maybe I want to play with her now instead. Hmm, what are you going to do about that?" Turning to Etta he yanked her up by her long red hair and stood her to face Em. "What do you think my bonded, who should I hurt?"

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The Man Behind The Mask

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Crispin sighed at her response. Of course he was glad she was afraid of him, it’s what would keep her in line but portraying this life she wanted could be exhausting. Em was pulled up into a ball in the corner, head down as the thin sheet covered her naked body. He stood in just his pants and was a little angry that he had been interuppted. Seeing the tears should have brought sympathy but instead it just brough out a growl of annoyance. “Don’t cry Etta,” he said sternly. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Em’s head snap up at being called a mistress and a scoff came from her lips. Directing his anger towards her he closed the distance and laid a quick back hand to her face. “Now’s not the time to speak,” he hissed rising again to his full height to return to Etta. Taking her elbow he guided her to the door. “Oh Etta this is not about you. There are just some things a man needs and that little tramp can meet them. Now go downstairs and we can discuss this later.” Putting a little pressure on her arm he nodded, “I’ll be down shortly,” turning he paused, “and don’t leave the house.”

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You've got a pretty little redhead in her bed. Lucky man.

Crispin gave a smallnod as a grin slowly formed on his lips. “I am a lucky man, but perhaps luckhas nothing to do with it.” Arching a brow he would say no more to thisstranger but the truth was that when Crispin saw something he wanted he madesure he had it. He would take it or find a way to have it come to him, eitherway the result was the same, Crispin always won, no matter what the cost.

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Bonding Night|| Crispin & Etta

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It had been a perfect day, a day of bonding and once again asserting his presence as a leader of these people. Even the bitch Teagan hadn’t gotten in his way. He was glad he had told Etta ahead of time about the bonding, because she couldn’t have looked more beautiful and perfect. Oh if she only knew the truth of what was to come she wouldn’t have been the smiling bride, but it was best for all she didn’t know. Who was he kidding, it was best for him. Still if he was honest, he knew that she had enjoyed the day as well.  After bonding Narek and Allison he had brought everyone together to announce that if he wanted others to follow his teachings he needed to be an example. He went on to say that he had waited because he could not be distracted as he set forth this safe haven. Now that things were building as they should he was performing a second bonding, and it would be for himself. There were many shocked by his words, and others who were jealous; because of course part of leading these men and women was taking part in the women. Silencing the crowd he called Etta forth and announced her as his bonded.

Now here he was entering what would be their home, and their first night bonded. Taking off his suit jacket he hung it up on a hook, as he undid his tie. He had sent Etta home first to ready the marriage bed as it were and he eagerly kicked off his shoes to go greet here. She was a beautiful woman and now she was his and his alone and couldn’t wait to claim that sweet prize. Soon she would realize it wasn’t the perfection she wished and she would be expected to bear a child, a thought that brought an evil smirk to his features, something he pushed down as he knocked softly on the door. “Etta?” He asked softly, “Are you ready to be my bonded in all senses of the word?”

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The Bonding

Allison stood alone in the ceremony cabin. A modest white cotton dress fell flowing around her body to the floor. She had been with the group for some time, and now with Crispin’s blessing she would finally be bonded to a man of his choosing. Small butterflies flitted around inside her stomach. She had seen Narek around, but had never really spoken to, or spent much time with him. However, the butterflies weren’t really there because she was nervous, but more so because she was excited to finally be trusted enough by Crispin to do her part in saving them all. A knock on the door caused to take a deep breath, smooth her hands down her dress, and turn around. Two women opened the door to take her outside for The Bonding. Another deep breath, and she pulled the thin veil over her face and followed them outside. With a wide smile, she looked around as they walked forward. Almost everyone was there, including Cohen, but she didn’t linger her gaze with his for too long. Instead she shifted it to the front of the group, towards her intended and their fearless leader. Once they reached them, Allison stood completely still, knowing better than to make the first move. 

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When the murmurings of Allison being bonded came up Narek took a feigned interest. If he was going to be coupled off and forced into coitus he just assumes have it be to someone who has some pleasing features.  Besides the blonde was highly prized and sought after including by Cohen who happened to be their nefarious leader’s son.  So when it was announced he would be coupled with the petite blonde he took a small pleasure that Cohen and all the other men would be extremely disappointed. The decision only further solidifying that he was moving up the ranks within the community.  

Now he stood in the button down shirt and pair of gray slacks: neither articles are his own. If the world hadn’t almost come to an abrupt halt he’d never willingly marry anyone; however, his status in the group was dependent on it. So he would make do. When the door opened Allison walked in and he pushed a smile; knowing that it would be an acceptable gesture for a man in his position. He consciously held it as she made her way over to his side, and went as far as to lean in over her shoulder to drop a short greeting. “Hello,” before righting himself.  Noticing for the first time how comparatively different their height was from one another the smile slipped. She was small. Tucking his hands in front of himself he waited until Crispin made an appearance before any more interaction.  

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It was a genius idea anyone would have to admit. The women would be kept in line and his men made happy by the beautiful gift bestowed on them. Narek was a different case all together but Crispin wanted to make damn sure he kept the man by his side. Considering himself a good read of people and he had admit Narek was one he couldn’t quite put a finger on. The man was loyal and seemingly agreed; following the rules, but Crispin wasn’t sure he actually believed.  Finishing up the vows for the couple Crispin was struck by how perfect Allison was for the man.  If there was anything he would to know Allison would tell him, he had no doubt of that.  Sure it was sending the lamb to the slaughter but if he was truthful that didn’t bother him. Turning in his chair he looked out the window as people scrambled to ready everything for the impending bonding. Crispin stood and straightened his clothes. Despite the world ending one would never know that looking at the impeccably dressed and clean man.

Crispin was proud of his presentation, proud of the loyalty he obtained but proudest of the power of life and death in his hands. There was only two who knew of his ultimate plans for the day, and only three counting himself that knew how he truly was. Yes it was a beautiful day to bond these two but he had something else up his sleeve. Opening the door he placed the perfect smile on his face, greeted followers along the way and finally arrived to where Narek was.  His smile grew as Allison stepped out.  He would miss her being a part of his home but this was for the best.  “She looks beautiful doesn’t she?”  He asked quietly to Narek.  “The perfect woman to bond too.”

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What is Crispin's favorite kink?

Crispin has lots of kinks and it would be difficult to namejust one. I think the best way to sum things up would be to say he loves power.Any time he has all the control and all the power he is happy.  Of course he’s also happy causing pain, so ifhe can do that too he likes it even more. He’s a son of a bitch.

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There was to be a bonding ceremony in the morning, and while it was shared that it would be for Allison Ellis; the young musician, she secretly hoped it would be her own as well. The fall evening had brought a cool chill to the air and Etta had enough peace of mind to retire to the room early wanting to prepare it for Crispin. Grabbing the poker from the fire she shifted a log lost in a daydream when she heard the door open. Sighing out a small expletive, “Shit,” as she was not ready for him. 

Running her hands down the skirt of her day dress, nervously before she turned and proceeded to walk towards the enigmatic man. Keeping her eyes lowered she stopped within in a couple of feet before she greeted him, “I’m sorry I wasn’t expecting you so soon.” Tenativly lifting her gaze to his she offered a soft smile, “I thought that maybe the preparation for the ceremony would take a bit longer.” Clutching her hands together there was no better time to make her small request. “Truthfully I was hoping there might be more than one ceremony tomorrow.” 

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He had no doubt of what his next steps needed to be. As soon as he walked through the door and saw Etta Crispin was never more positive of anything. A smirk played out briefly on his lips, it would do no good for her see that. Of course the woman was in so deep that he wouldn’t need to do anything but sit back and watch as Etta convinced herself everything was fine. Even if she saw up close what was true about him and the thing he was capable of she was submissive enough to convince herself otherwise.  Hell he didn’t even need to worry what bull shit Teagan spouted because Etta wouldn’t believe it.  She was perfect, everything he was looking for and better yet he truly didn’t need to do anything to obtain this gift.  In fact Etta was hungry for the next step in his plan and didn’t even know it. Not only would she make him look good, her imminent desperation would keep her bound to him for as long as he desired.

Tomorrow was a big day for Allison and Narek and though she didn’t know it yet it was going to be a special day for Etta too.  Tomorrow she would become his completely.  It was a beautiful sight to see her prepping the fire and making things perfect just for him.  He had to bite the inside of his cheek when she cursed, still shy and embarrassed in front of him. Oh if she only knew she’d run as fast and as far as those beautiful long legs would carry her.  Unfortunately for her Crispin had plans upon contingency plans to make sure that never happened.  There were things Crispin didn’t realize he liked but now that he had a woman in a dress, down cast gaze, able but more importantly willing to do his bidding he couldn’t be happier. Of course he liked the fight but Teagan gave him that and frankly it was tiring.

Reaching for her hand he lifted her chin more when she looked down. “You don’t need to apologize. It’s fine.” Pulling her close he kissed her forehead.  “They are still prepping but don’t need me.” His eyebrow arched and he smiled. “Did you want that?” Wrapping his arms around her he looked down.  “What if I said I was hoping to surprise you with that tomorrow?” Chuckling softly he brushed her hair back, God she’d make beautiful babies.  “Should I still do that?”

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It had a couple of days since Etta first noticed the smoke as she stood on the hilltop. It was the first sign of life she’d seen in over three weeks, and no matter the cost she was going to try to make her way to them. Originally part of a traveling caravan she had lost them when they were swarmed by a horde of the dead, and she’d been living her worst fear ever since: she was totally alone.  Left to her own devices she weaved in and out of abandoned establishments picking over what had already been picked through. It had been weeks since she had a proper meal, and was desperate enough to eat leaves and berries she was unsure of. With each step she fought off the fatigue and pain until her world simply went to black.

The first thing she could feel upon waking was warmth; she seemed to be cocooned in it. Slowly trusting her eyes to open she looked around the room with difficulty focusing, and let off a soft cry. Liberating her hand from a blanket she placed it on her temple as her head felt as if it was splitting. Making out only dark shadows she became nervous when one moved and seemed to come closer. Lifting her hands in protest she fought to sit up and find her voice, “No…please…help.” Frankly, she was concerned at being defenseless against the dead. 

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Crispin Porter was a man who liked things a certain way and a man who always made that happen. Few people had dared cross him, and those that did only tried once. He was a fierce businessman, lover, and personality. He liked strongly and hated just as strong. Christian saw no reason that things should change simply because the world had. In order to achieve that he created a group of people around him that would follow him and his instructions. Most of them were sheep and idly followed the idea he had easily planted into their simple minds. Christian had them convinced that God had instructed him that the only way to combat the zombie apocalypse was to repopulate the earth.  Men were the leaders and women the vessels. It still amazed him how many people willingly went along with this. Those that didn’t either met means that changed their minds or joined the fallen dead.

When he saw something he wanted, and as even before the world fell this was mostly women, he found ways to get that.  When one of the patrols found the silken skinned red head Christian had her immediately set up in his cabin. He was sitting in a chair by the fire, watching her sleep, she’d obviously been on the road a while. Seeing her movement he stood, his body creating a dark shadow in the room. Lifting a hand at her, he stepped into the light. “It’s okay, you’re safe.” Stopping far enough way to be seen but close enough so she could hear. “Are you hungry? My group found you passed out.” Motioning with his hand he pointed at a glass of water. “We have soup I can heat for you.” Taking another step he put his hand out to her and smiled a charming that hid his wolfish nature. “I’m Crispin and you’re safe here.”

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War Reports|| Ophelia & Crispin

It had been a long day; his head was pounding from the influx of visions. Though their powers did not work on each other he knew with this overflow of sights that Silas was up to something. Rubbing the bridge of his nose he swatted away the girl that knelt before him, he didn’t want to be touched right now. He needed to know what was happening in the field and he was awaiting his top general for news. Men had gathered in his chambers to speak but the moment the door opened and she came inside Crispin gave a wave of his hand. “Leave us be.” His voice was deep and firm but there was no mistaking the strain. Glad she had arrived for he truly hated when his men gathered and crowded him. It was one more thing that differentiated him from his brother. Where Crispin didn’t want to be a god his brother was of the belief he already was one. In some respects he knew with powers they had some might see it that way, but Crispin also knew the truth about Silas. Silas was nothing without the women and their powers that surrounded him. Sure he could manipulate reality, but he couldn’t see the future, he couldn’t control the weather and he certainly couldn’t control the minds of the multitudes.

As much as Silas wanted people to bow down and worship him when stripped of those same people he was nothing. Proving that to those people was Crispin’s ultimate goal. Of course that made him just as power hungry, but he firmly believed that as long as he didn’t take it to a godlike attitude he was the better brother. Standing up he motioned for Ophelia to join him by the fire orbs, the sparking sound would drive out any noise. He had two missions from her he needed reporting on. The first was of course any news from the fields, for he knew Silas was gearing up again. The second concerned a more personal matter as one of the residents had run away. As if that wasn’t bad enough it was a female which meant a loss of power, but it was more than that, and not something anyone but Ophelia knew. The reason for his concern was the fact that Cohen was his son, though their relationship was anything but paternal, he wanted to make sure this didn’t come back on him. Cohen had to work his way up the ranks, like everyone else, and then one day he might take Barron’s position, but until he learned to keep his dick in his pants he would stay right where he was. Crispin had to smirk at the thought, for Cohen was very much like himself in that regard. “Any news from the field and of the other matter I asked you to look into? Is the girl truly gone?”

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Summons|| Crispin & Ruby

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Her days at the compound had become very routine. Each morning she would follow the same course, working near robotically as she got up and got things ready for her husband’s day before tending to the others within the community. Ruby’s daily chores included making sure the other wives were keeping up their homes, keeping their husbands happy. She was not allowed to tell the others that she was spying on them and treated each interaction as if she were simply paying a friendly visit. Back in the beginning she hated the gossiping but Crispin considered it work. It was important that everyone who joined the commune stayed true to it.

The harsh reality was she was terrified of Crispin on most days. There would never be someplace far enough away – the man had eyes and ears everywhere. When she first left Portland in search of her sister Rachel Ruby really had no clue where to look. Making her way south she’d met Crispin, a handsome, smooth-talking lawyer that made the Cutler Compound sound like a little piece of heaven. Unsure of her journey anyway she came back with him and a sexual relationship struck up rather quickly. After seeing him being overly flirtatious with another woman on the property Ruby took that as a sign that she needed to move along and find Rachel. Leaving without so much as a goodbye she only made it as far as Chico before her life took a really shitty turn. Hanging out with a biker club after meeting a woman dating one of the members Ruby easily fell in to the lifestyle – including the drugs and soon sex. Passed around from man to man Ruby hated herself and felt Rachel would never forgive her for the life she was leading. Seizing an opportunity Ruby left the club and made her way back to Weed and straight to Crispin.

He’d welcomed her back with open arms and told her it was silly that she’d fled due to her jealousy. It wasn’t until Crispin proposed that Ruby confessed everything about her life in Chico. Crispin made her feel as if it was all a part of her past and for the first time since she’d left her parent’s home she felt loved. They were wed in a small ceremony on the property, Silas Cutler himself as the officiant and life had never been the same. A switch flipped as the man went from wooing to complete and total control. Nowadays Ruby did as she was told for fear of the repercussions; able to do what she wanted for the most part as long as she stayed within the boundaries Crispin created. When he entered the room she did her best to not go rigid but midday visits were not always good ones. “Of course I do, honey.” Standing she kissed his cheek. “Is there something I can help you with?”

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Unfortunately for Ruby it seemed that anything could set Crispin off and angry with her. With so many simple frustrations she bore the weight of his temper, as he felt his wife should. When he first told Silas he was going to marry her the brother didn’t understand, but as Crispin explained this was the perfect way to keep her in order and never again have the fall-out they did when she left. In fact that was another reason why he had gone to the trouble of finding Rachel and bringing her here, she would be what kept Ruby from leaving, though poor Ruby wouldn’t know it. The benefit was actually two-fold since he knew Silas had been itching for something to play with and none of the women currently at the compound had turned his head. From what he had gathered on Rachel, or Norah as she went by now, the woman was spitfire with a past that made her vulnerable, in other words she was perfect for his brother.

As he came out the gardens he took a moment to watch his wife, having already met with her after breakfast for any news. She was the perfect little spy, and though it had taken some convincing she really was molding into the perfect . . . well there was no other word for it, she was the perfect pet. Her need to run was gone, though he was ensuring that with Rachel, after her experiences with those disgusting bikers she was mostly over that. Oh how he hated that those men had been inside of her, fucking her when they pleased. It still angered him that she let that happen, which is perhaps why he lashed out in anger at her, thought Silas would remind him Ruby had returned and gone straight to him.

Though he did punish her for leaving, despite his words of assurance, but it had been the best thing for them for now she knew he was completely in control of her. Smiling at the kiss to his cheek, he leaned down and kissed her forehead, “Actually I have something for you.” Taking her hand he began walking with her to the main house. “I have found something for you and since you have been so amazing I think today you shall receive your gift.” Opening the door to the office where Silas was with Rachel he allowed Ruby to enter first, wanting to see the look on her face. “Ruby you remember your sister don’t you?” He asked, his right hand on the small of her back, fingers at her hip. Crispin was the giver and taker of all things and this was his small reminder to Ruby.

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Birthday Wishes|Crispin & Drew

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Years of dreaming about this moment had done nothing to prepare her. Mind racing Drew could not help but think she was going to disappoint this man. Now that he was finally here and her 18th birthday had arrived screwing something up would devastate the girl. Looking in his eyes, they were the color of Caribbean waters; she realized there was only one thing she needed to do. All Drew had to was obey. She’d seen him with her mother and all those years Darcy had referred to the man as master. For the past two he’d commanded her every move never once swaying from it. Drew would do exactly as she was told. “It’s perfect now that you’re here. Everyone is gone so I spent the morning making myself pretty for you.” She hesitated at first thinking maybe she misunderstood the gifts and instructions he’d given her in the past but decided to wait for his reaction.

She followed his guidance as the older man led her to the couch taking a seat next to him. The small dress she was wearing wasn’t anything out of the ordinary for a girl her age but she wore it hoping he would do exactly what he started. Feeling his hand on her thigh made the skin break out in goosebumps and instantly her nipples got hard. She could feel herself getting wet. Never faltering away from his eyes she slid back on the couch to give him better access to anything he wanted. “Of course I did, Master,” saying that for the first time made her feel empowered, “there was no way I was going to let another guy touch me. They’re all just boys.”

He made her feel so alive and even though she was unsure what it would feel like Drew was well aware of the mechanics. After receiving the toys she had taken to watching pornography in her room at night. The corny stuff with desperate housewives was so boring but as she increased her repertoire Drew discovered she was very turned on by S&M and rape fantasy. The little butterfly would get her off but she’d never known that feeling from a man and wanted Crispin to tear in to her, but a good slave was patient. Reaching up she pet his cheek, “You’re the only one I want, Master. Just you.”

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Crispin was one of those men that saw something they wanted and made sure they got it. When he decided he wanted Drew the only thing holding him back from getting what he wanted was the power of making her wait. Sure he could say that it was about the legalities, she was under age at the time, but deep down Crispin knew that wasn’t the truth for how many times had he done things against the law? Today everything would change and the plan that he had been anxiously waiting to set in motion had begun. Giving Silas instructions on taking care of Teagan the only obstacle would be Darcy and she would not be a problem after tonight. Glancing at his watch before entering the house he knew he would have a few hours to spend with Drew before having to dispose of Darcy. A small part of him wondered how she would handle what he was about to do, but the moment she spoke of preparing herself for him he knew she was ready for all the darkness that was to come. “Pretty for me?” He asked as they moved to the couch. “I can see that you have and you do look beautiful Drew, simply radiant.”

The last piece of the plan fell into place when she admitted she was still pure. If someone were to look down on the interaction they would say the smile that formed on his lips was almost predatory. Sliding his long fingers up her skin he felt the goosebumps in their wake. Arching a brow as she shifted back he grinned and let out a soft chuckle, oh she was even more perfect than he had anticipated. “What a good girl you are, yes Master that’s what I want you to call me from now on.” Sliding one finger inside her panties he let out a heated breath, she was already wet for him. “I am the one and only one you shall have little pet.” He said after a moment, taking his hand out to move up and into the waistband of the panties.

With a quick jerking motion he slid them off her small frame and tossed them away. “Lean back into the cushions,” he said firmly, spreading her thighs with one hand as the other went to her folds. The softness of the small patch of down mixed with the wetness was intoxicating and he knew he would take his time. With two fingers he spread her open and moved his thumb to rub her clit softly. “First lesson,” he said, just as firm but there was no harshness in his voice, not yet, if she disobeyed there would be. “You do not get to cum unless I give you permission, nod if you understand little pet.” Pressing down more on his thumb he began to make small circles on her clit, waiting a few moments before slowly inserting a finger into her, moving it in and out gently so as not to hurt her. “Do you like that pet?”