uncrowned king

james greyhart / dom / arms dealer mumu for rosewood hq.

[dominaturx]

ooc: HEY GUYS. so i sent a message to one of the admins, but basically tumblr is... not functioning for me at all really?😅 i did reach out to tumblr support but i think it’s something to do with the update not working on my computer (i use a mac). on that note, i decided to take a small hiatus anyway as i’m working sixty hours this coming week and maybe tumblr will sort its shit out by the time i’m back lol. if you don’t see me around until next week, that’s why, i also still can’t look at my IMs so x) but i’m not ghosting i promise, i love this group and everyone in it and i think i’ll probably just end up making a discord account instead of dealing with tumblr’s massive problems. 

[dominaturx]

Hey guys, for everyone I’ve yet to speak with, I’m Eliza! I don’t use Discord so I hope it’s okay that I’m posting this here. I’m having major issues with Tumblr --- the only thing showing up in my activity right now is a reply from Elvyra (and mine will be coming later today!), but I think I’m missing a few things aside from that? I also can’t access my IMs at ALL, when I try to click on the messaging icon the chatbox shows up as blank? It was fine last night before I went to bed but it’s all wonky now. Anyway, I’m emailing support but I had a few issues with posts not showing up last night either and eventually being flagged. Again, sorry for posting OOC, but --- not really sure what else to do here. 😂 I did just want to make sure people knew that I wasn’t ignoring them or their replies. I have to get ready for work but I’ll be back on after and *hopefully* things will be fixed then? Ugh, xoxo ELIZA.

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nymphcts​:

Sophia couldn’t help but be curious about James; he’d singled her out almost immediately the moment he’d first seen her dancing up on stage at her father’s club, and it hadn’t taken more than a few of his rough-hewn caresses and huskily-murmured words for her to have all but begged him to take her back upstairs to his suite. This was the fourth time that they had seen one another now, and it was comforting to have him with her in her penthouse instead; it was comforting to have him linger after their countless bouts of sex as if he wasn’t quite done with her yet. Still, there was so much more that she wanted to know about the arms dealer - how long would he be at Rosewood for? What was he truly here to do? He was a mystery to her in more ways than one, but if she could provide him with even the slightest bit of comfort herself at the end of one of his long, hard days, then she would do so gladly, and…that would be enough.

Her delicate little nose scrunched up cutely when he tweaked it, and she let out a grateful purr when he praised her, instinctively nuzzling into his touch the way only an affectionate submissive could. “Wake up service?” she continued in that same soft, dulcet little purr, cocking her head curiously to the side as her petal-soft lips quirked upwards into a sultry smile. “Monsieur, if you’d like to be woken up with my hot, wet, obedient little mouth wrapped around your thick and throbbing cock, then all you need to do is - oh!” She was interrupted by her own startled little gasp as James suddenly maneuvered his strong, powerful body on top of hers, effortlessly rolling them over until he’d managed to pin her down by her wrists on the plush, king-sized bed.

So they wouldn’t be drifting off to sleep anytime soon.

“Mmm…” Sophia moaned softly, sweetly, barely more than a breathy little sigh as she squirmed beneath him just enough to show her appreciation, but nowhere close to pushing him away. No - he was firmly in control of her, and she was all too happy to submit to him in full. “Sleep is for women who don’t have the luxury of having un homme grand et puissant in their bed.” She arched her back underneath him, then, and raised one toned, shapely leg to wrap snugly around his waist so that she could press into him fully, from the voluptuous curves of her breasts to the creamy slit of her still-wet pussy between her tender thighs. “S’il vous plait - you have me for the entire night and well into the morning if you wish. Do not stop, James.”

He’d seduced many a woman in the past, whether it was for a job or not. He loved woman, admired woman, and Sophia Wren was a golden, gleaming example of all the reasons why. He knew more about her parents than he did her. He knew that she was the heiress of Rosewood Manor, but he also knew that she’d spent the last few years running around in Paris instead of at home with her mother and father. Still, she was back at the estate now, and she was the closest thing he’d get to an informant so long as Laurent Brodaire continued to be so damn secretive. Even for him, though, it was hard to remain focused on his mission at hand when he had a beautiful, wanton submissive splayed out beneath him like this. In the iridescent glow of the moon shining in through the open window, Sophia was a peaches and cream vision, with her dandelion hair and golden skin, and that was before he even allowed himself to look at her from the neck down. Jesus fuck, the things he could have said about those tits of hers alone... 

“Yeah?” A pleased growl escaped him. She was arching her pretty back underneath him, lifting one of her long legs to wrap around his waist, James had to let out a low hiss when he felt her soaked center, still hot and wet from the numerous loads of cum he’d pumped her full of. Every part of her was soft, every part of her was warm, he eyed her up like a mountain lion stalking a helpless gazelle in the woods. Who said that business and pleasure couldn’t go hand in hand?

“The entire night, baby girl? Is that so?” He kept her pinned down by her wrists with only one hand now, he used the other to reach for her creamy thigh --- forcing it back down onto the bed. Now, he was able to shove his own strong, muscular leg between both of her own, and he held his thigh firmly up against her sweet, creamy cunt. She was beautiful to make come, like something out of a smutty watercolor painting, but he had to keep his mission in mind as well. “You’re sure your father won’t notice you’re gone?” He leaned down to kiss, suck, and bite all along her exposed and delicate throat, shamelessly covering her in painful red hickeys down to her pretty breasts, all the while he slowly, firmly ground his thigh against her pussy. “What if I decide to keep you for even longer, little slut? Would he notice then?” 

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gcssxmer​:

“Care to get the hell out of here?” It was a response she hadn’t been expecting, one that had her smile falling immediately because while she often times was met with confusion and perhaps fond intrigue, never hostility. She couldn’t help but look affronted as she took a step back, indignation slowly tugging at her features, so much so that she didn’t notice Leo stop just behind her. “James Greyheart.” Leo repeated, only to rest a hand on Dove’s shoulder in what she could only describe as comfort. “Dove, this is your new handler.” In a moment, her expression turned sour. 

Oh. A handler. 

She scowled as James seemed to speak over her, as if she weren’t there. Leo patted her head placatingly before smirking slightly. “She’s good when she wants to be.” He offered, only for Dove to scoff lightly. “I also bite when need be.” Such a waste… James was good looking too… Handlers just never sat well with her. Leo laughed lightly before pushing her gently towards James and slowly walking away. “Be good, Dove.” He said finally before leaving the two to their devices. Dove pressed her lips together before slowly pulling up her fox-like smile. 

“So… how long do you think you’ll last? I bet a week.” 

Too many damn hats. He was only supposed to be here for two reasons, to sell his weapons, kill a man, and then get the hell out. Raphael Doefoot seemed to think that he was a jack of all trades, that he’d be more than willing to take on a few odd jobs until he was given the official go ahead to stick a bullet between Laurent Brodaire’s ribs, but all James was thinking about was the hefty paycheck at the end of it all. Already he felt as if he was overstaying his welcome, unfortunately no amount of beautiful, naturally slutty women could make settling down in one place for too long his preferred choice. However, working as a handler sounded like an easy enough gig, providing that his charge wasn’t too troublesome, and... he wasn’t yet sure what to think about Dove Sato. The hulking man watching over her already didn’t seem too eager to offer up any over the top reassurances that she wouldn’t be too much of a problem, but alas... 

She was a pretty little thing. Small. Young. But there was something about those eyes of hers, something a little fragmented and lost. It was no wonder given the cold hard truth that she’d been kept in a cell for god only knew how long. “I’ve been assigned to you for the next month, Sato. I don’t think you need to worry about me lasting,” he said with an arch of his brow. The other man nudged her towards him, and James was all business as he reached into his pocket for the improvised ‘security measures’ he’d brought with him. “Put this on,” he said brusquely, with one large hand at the small of Dove’s back, the other provided her with a silky black collar, from it hung a glittering gemstone with a tracking device he’d fitted into it himself. “Or I’ll do it for you. Understood?” 

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faeriex​:

The last person Catarina expected to see at the always crowded gentlemen’s club was James Greyhart. Not so much that he was drinking and obviously checking out the dancers on the stage, no nothing about that was surprising. Rather the fact that he was here, in Rosewood. A grin overcame Catarina’s shock and instead of waiting around to order a drink, she quickly made her way to the other dom that she liked to consider a friend. 

Catarina didn’t have too many friends outside of Bratva, but the weapon’s dealer in front of her was responsible for locating and delivering more than half of Catarina’s personal collection. Anything ranging from her handheld firearms to her blades and knives, from the smallest to the largest. Catarina quickly learned that if she wanted the best, she only had to go to James. A simple business connection between them deviated into a friendlier situation, that included alcohol based stupidity and urges that both had only been too eager to fulfill. The best part about the shift was that there was nothing awkward about it. No expectations, no demands, and Catarina valued James even more because of it.

So seeing him here, while completely surprising, was not at all unwelcome. Catarina noticed that a dancer was already steadily making her way towards James and with a smirk she pulled out a hundred dollar bill from her rear pocket and intercepted the girl. Slipping the bill in the side string of the thong, Catarina gave her a swift pat in the butt while gently steering her away. Grinning at James, she didn’t even look the least bit sorry as she verbally apologized for taking over the fun times he was sure to have had with the dancer. 

Upon noticing the drink in his hand, she remembered she still hadn’t ordered hers, she quickly flagged the nearest server so she could order herself a coke with rum. Catarina sits herself in the armchair right next to his and leans in close so he can hear her over the music. “I hope you aren’t too disappointed to greet an old friend.” Catarina teased, “I just couldn’t let this opportunity pass me by, it’s strange not seeing you surrounded by your merchandise James.” 

James’ line of work had sent him halfway across the globe at times. He was used to traveling and not planting roots in one place for too long at all, in all actuality --- he preferred his Nomadic lifestyle over the thought of anything more “traditional”. What that meant was that he’d made a fair few friends along the way, and nearly four times as many enemies, but he didn’t make a habit of keeping up with the former and only bothered with the latter if he hadn’t already killed them the first time around. Women, especially, he preferred to cut all contact with after their extended time with one another had come to an end, whether it was a single night or a handful of days, but only because it was for their own good that they didn’t stay tangled up with him for too long. He wasn’t meant to be anyone’s boyfriend. Wasn’t meant to be a damn husband either.

But there were some connections he maintained solely due to convenience and compatibility, and to see one of said connections suddenly approaching him in the last place he’d ever expected it was a shock all on its own. Walking towards him in the crowded den of sin was none other than Catarina --- a rather infamous member of the Russian Bratva who’d done business with him a handful of times in the past. A dom all in her own right, she was one of the most impressive women he knew, and he watched with a set of arched brows as she chased away the petite little sub he’d been eyeing up so that she could sit down across from him instead.

“Always have to have the upper hand, don’t you, Volkov?” With a broad, albeit surprised, grin working its way through his full beard, James sat back in his own armchair and appraised the Amazonian woman with a bemused laugh. He’d always admired her boldness, she was a domme who knew exactly what she wanted and he’d given it to her in the form of rough strugglefucking several times in the past. They didn’t run into one another often, but when they did, he never regretted it. For reasons of business and pleasure alike. “My merchandise is exactly why I’m here. Seems there’s a lot more than meets the eye in this raunchy sexhole.” Taking a swift drink of his whiskey, he thought of the real reason he’d been summoned to Rosewood --- his assassination mission involving Laurent Brodaire himself. “But why am I not surprised that Catarina Volkov of all people is the one to ruin my night off?” He eyed her up over the rim of his glass, raising just one brow as he surveyed her. “I should make you dance for me instead. Would serve you right for scaring away my fun for the evening.” 

[sylvielauffeydottir]

Some Chris Hemsworth bicep appreciation (per request of @pancakenerd)

Extraction (2020)

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nymphcts​:

Sophia hadn’t been back home for very long at all, but it hadn’t taken more than a few days for her to find herself exactly where she wanted to be: warming the arms - and beds - of as many doms as she could possibly find. It wasn’t that she was without standards, of course; the men and women whose command she so willingly submitted to were nothing short of the finest that Rosewood had to offer. Her parents had raised her to believe that she was a rare bird, a delicate beauty whose talents and appeal were without competition, and while Sophia was far from conceited, it went without saying that she was the most attracted to those were…shared similar thoughts and opinions as she did. James Greyhart was already proving to be everything that Sophia had ever wanted in a man: painfully handsome, perfectly rough around the edges, and boasting the sort of sex drive and stamina that would have reduced a lesser submissive to broken-down tears.

But Sophia was meant for this - for sex, for intimacy, for submission, and by the time James had finally his fill of her, Sophia was left flushed, dewy with sweat, and filled to the brim with his hot and sticky cum. Eternally affectionate, Sophia nuzzled sweetly into the broad expanse of his chest as he held her up against him with one strong, powerful arm, and when he praised her for being a good girl, there was no hiding the way that the entirety of her elfin-like face lit up with sheer, undeniable pleasure. “Merci, monsieur,” she demurred in her soft, sweetly-lilted Parisian accent, and she tipped her head upwards so that she could dimple up at him graciously. “S’il vous plait, I hope that this was enough to make your stay at Rosewood a little better while being so far from home?” 

She was exquisite, in all his years of traveling the world, he’d never seen someone quite like her, with skin so soft to the touch that it felt like warm silk beneath his fingertips and wrapped around his cock, with features so delicate and striking that he could already assume her face was the first to be noticed in a crowd. He wasn’t used to women like her, ones who were elegant and refined and heiresses to entire goddamned empires, but there was something else about her too, something that told James that she wasn’t quite as perfect as she might have seemed. During sex especially, there was a vulnerability about her that had caught him off guard, a kind of defenselessness that brought out an unfamiliar sense of protectiveness on his own end. Even now, as she nestled into his chest like an honest to god pup, James wondered if he’d break his own rule of always leaving in the morning just so that he wouldn’t hurt her by saying goodbye. Jesus fuck, she was a whore. A consort. A warm and willing nymph of a thing to lose himself inside of for the night but not much longer. For now, he allowed himself to look down at the naked, sexually satisfied woman curled up in his arms, and the barest hint of a smile showed itself through his full beard as he watched her light up in pleasure over something as simple as praise. “Definitely makes it a little more bearable, if that’s what you’re getting at,” he said wryly, reaching down to tweak her cute button nose between his calloused thumb and index finger. “I don’t suppose that you offer wake up service as well, do you, Miss Wren?” Miss Brodaire, he reminded himself, because wasn’t that what he was really here to do? Seduce the golden-skinned faerie to get in with her father and his riches? Shuttering his expression blank for a moment, and reminding himself of everything at stake, he swiftly rolled Sophia back over onto her back, shifting on top of her and holding her delicate wrists down on either side of her pretty blonde head. “Not that I’ll need to be woken up for anything if I never let you get any sleep.”

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elvyras​:

The stage was beckoning to her, singing promises of a lust-addled crowd showering her with attention and letting their eyes rake up and down every inch of her body as they watched with bated breath and rapt adoration. And the man sitting in front of it only served to make the prospect all the more enticing. That face. Those eyes. That delicious slant of his brow and set of his lips all directed at one of the dancers, though Elvyra fully planned to intercept. Fuck, she wished that was her up there. 

And not so long ago, it would’ve been. It hurt to think about how only a few years had passed since she was working that stage, basking in the attention now directed at these new strippers. Elvyra used to dance at Rosewood every night before everything had gone to shit, but now the manor that used to be her playground was hardly more than a prison. Everyday she was taunted with all the luxuries of her past while harboring the knowledge that she couldn’t indulge in any of it. It was a torture worse than any spanking or whipping. But that longing for freedom had turned her crafty and defiant. It had taken a good deal of cunning, expert timing, and a dom who was willing to give a little in exchange for an exceptional performance on her part, but today she had managed to avoid being escorted back to the basement. She didn’t know how long she’d have until someone noticed, but a couple hours or even a couple minutes of chaos, dictated entirely by her own free-will and without a sub-breaker in sight would make it worth it. Besides, if she could get a guest to cover for her, there was a chance she could avoid punishment altogether. High-risk, high-reward. And she had her sights set on tall, blonde and handsome. 

Just a few strides in her sky high heels landed her in his lap. Figuratively, though she wasted no time in making it literal, perching herself softly across his legs. “You know, everyone here has their eye on you,” she purred, letting her arms slink around his shoulders, a sultry grin dancing on her lips. “Pretty impressive to stand out in a place like this. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but everyone’s beautiful. Maybe it’s your energy.” Hazel eyes met blue as she blinked up at him. “I couldn’t have resisted coming over here if I wanted to.” 

For once it wasn’t about the chase, there was little that James enjoyed more than the thrill of hunting down a woman like a predator in the wild, she’d be all too willing of course, but determined to put up as much of a fight as she could handle before finally submitting to him like a bitch in heat. Tonight, though, after a week spent traveling and several days spent adjusting to his new position at Rosewood Manor, what he really craved was something soft, sweet, and delicious, a ripe piece of fruit that was ready to be plucked and feasted upon. He’d been with dominant and submissive women alike and they all pleased him in their own way, but he was seeking out a stripper in particular just because he had a hunch of them being the latter. Tonight would be about fucking, harsh and cruel and maybe even a little sadistic, and he’d deal with the rest in the morning. For now it was entirely about sating a primal, biological urge deep within.

His measured, calculating gaze up towards the stage didn’t go unnoticed for long. There was a minx of a woman, curvy and sun-skinned, eyeing him up from beneath a set of sooty lashes, and James shamelessly allowed his own steely blue gaze to slowly, calculatingly, take in every single inch of her. She was stunning, truly, with her pouty lips and dark eyes, but there was something about her, an intriguing sort of determination, that had James wondering if he perhaps wasn’t the only one with a hidden agenda tonight. Still, she swayed those lush hips of hers all the way off the stage and towards him, wasting no time before crawling gracefully into his lap. 

“Yeah?” She was laying on the flattery thick, James was far from arrogant but there wasn’t a dom in the world that didn’t relish in a submissive stroking their ego. He drew her closer to him, so that she wasn’t merely perching across his legs, he wanted her fully in his lap instead and he’d let her set the rest of the pace from there. Easily, as if she weighed nothing at all, he slid an arm around the dip of her waist and brought her right up against him, a low, husky rumble of approval reverberating in his chest as he felt the warmth of her luscious body pressing into him. “Sweet little thing, aren’t you?” he mused, voice a little rough as he used his free hand to tip her chin upwards, the pad of one finger nudging her to look into his darkened eyes. “What’s your name, love?” 

[dominaturx]

abcndcned​:

Cory worked his way through the bar as lights flashed and music played; really going nowhere in particular. He was there to work, technically, but he couldn’t see why he couldn’t have a little fun while he was there. Truth be told, he wanted to enjoy himself before any of his bosses found out he was even here. Slipping between two guests he walked towards where the dancers were when he spotted a familiar face. A grin lighting up his face he made his way, rather quickly, over to where James was sitting. The man was an enigma to Cory, so anytime he saw him he just had to go over and say hello.

“Hope I’m not interrupting anything.” He said speaking louder over the music that was playing. He didn’t even ask if the other wanted company he just took it upon himself to sit down in the available seat next to him. “Surprised you’re sitting here all by yourself.” Considering how attractive he was Cory was surprised there weren’t at least one or two girls already here giving the guy attention. 

Sultry little nymph of a woman the young man that approached him was not, but James resigned himself to his sudden arrival nevertheless, if the only attention he managed to attract was from a wandering submissive --- because there was no way the slender, fine-boned brunette could be anything else --- then he’d cut his losses and merely order another round or two of drinks instead. He had to assume that he was on the job, he carried himself with a certain bounce to his step that reminded James of the rentboys he’d seen during his travels, young and lithe and more than likely far too tempting for his own good. They weren’t his cup of tea, per se, but... well, he’d already planned on drinking himself into oblivion, so surely a little company wouldn’t hurt in the process. “Just not sending out the right message, I suppose,” he said with a shake of his head and a wry grin, gesturing broadly to the seat across from him even as the boy took it upon himself to sit down without asking for permission. He was bold for a submissive.

“Interrupting, no, but something tells me that you’re not exactly the world’s most capable wingman, now are you, lad?” he mused, his Australian accent as strong as ever as he observed the younger man over the rim of his whiskey. “The least you could do is fetch me another drink from the bar, yeah?”

[sylvielauffeydottir]

Chris Hemsworth as Tyler Rake in Extraction (2020) 

[dominaturx]

gcssxmer​:

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dove and james

“He didn’t get hurt or anything.” Dove pouted up at Leo as he held a straw voodoo doll in his hand, pinching at his nose bridge in obvious exasperation. “That’s not the point, pigeon, it’s creepy.” She could do nothing more but roll her eyes as the guard continued to berate her, arms crossed over her chest as she scanned the area distractedly, only to have her eyes land on a seemingly unfamiliar face. 

Unfamiliar was good. She shifted her whole body to turn to the man across the room, a slow smile tugging at her lips like a cheshire cat who had just found the cream. Leo stopped mid-sentence, noticing the sudden lack of attention on him before narrowing his eyes at Dove. “You’re trouble without a handler, you know that.” He pointed out, tossing the doll back to her for her to catch. She, however, was already walking away, sparing him a glance over her shoulder before finally standing in front of the large man with the terribly attractive face. 

“Care for a palm reading?” 

Arms dealing. He was only supposed to be here to trade weapons in exchange for cold hard cash, but the silver tongue tucked within Raphael Doefoot’s incredibly punchable mouth was proving to have quite the way with words. A handler position, short term and only for a couple weeks at the most, would supposedly provide him with the kind of income he only usually expected after a particularly large sale ---- or a particularly big kill. Taking care of some disobedient sub or whatever shit the estate heads had in mind for him was done easily enough, he made his way down to the dark ---- and quite frankly, depressing as all hell ---- cells within the manor’s depths, and came to a still pause when he came upon an interaction between a large, hulking guard, and... yes. His new charge. Dove Sato, and she was exactly where Raphael had promised him she would be. And... coming up to him herself and offering him a palm reading?

Well alright then. 

“Care to get the hell out of here?” Is his retort, raised brow and all, and he looks towards the guard standing beside him expectant. “James Greyhart. The big men upstairs sent me for this one.” He looked back pointedly towards Dove ---- there was a glimmer of something crazy in those big round eyes of hers, and it had his own dark blue hues narrowing a little in suspicion. “Is she good to be let out, or does she bite?” 

[theundergrcvnd]

Neve had been to some wild places, and still could not compare any of them to the sheer enormity and opulence of Rosewood. She could probably live there for the rest of her life and not manage to visit every corner of the estate. But by god she was going to try. First things first, the gardens, already sprawling enough to make her nervous without the distinct feeling that someone was following her. "For the record, I'm not working right now," she said, turning around and staring boldly at the person behind her. "So are you following me for some other reason?"

[dominaturx]

“I take it you’re under the belief that you’re the only person allowed to stroll through the gardens?” There was an arch of his brow, a lazy, languid lilt to his voice as he questioned the small sprite of a thing standing before him. He was on his way to the training grounds for a bit of afternoon sparring, the gardens just so happened to lead straight to them ---- the entire fucking place seemed to be filled to the brim with flowers like some kind of goddamned haven for bees. He hadn’t meant to follow the brunette submissive, but little miss twitchy seemed to think otherwise, and James had to find her absurd paranoia the smallest bit entertaining. For now, anyway. “Are you always this suspicious, or did a strange man clobber you over the head in the roses once upon a time and now you’re scarred for life?”

[dominaturx]

Business and pleasure often went hand in hand for James ---- he was rarely ever not working, there was little time for him to take off when his literal job was to either kill a man or supply another man with the weapons necessary to do so. Rosewood was different, though, it was the sort of work experience he’d never really considered before and it seemed to come with its fair share of perks. One of which just so happened to be some of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen. Sophia Wren, in particular, was an anomaly. The heiress of the entire goddamned estate and yet she was a courtesan by choice. He liked that in a woman, a drive for sex and submission so deep and instinctive that she focused her entire fucking life around it. She’d proven to be sweetly intoxicating so far, from the moment he first saw her dancing up on that great big stage at the club, he’d known she was something special indeed. “You’re a natural, you know that?” he murmured, his voice a low, pleased rumble in his chest as he looked down at the well-used nymph resting on top of him, what little clothing she had previously been wearing flung across the room and hanging off of a lampshade or two. Stress relief had never been quite so effective in the past, fucking and fighting both had their merits but there was something to be said for a woman so insatiable that she’d even caught him off-guard. He rubbed his thumb in circles at the base of her spine, slowly stroking her soft skin. “And a very good girl, too.” 

@nymphcts​

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sublittlestuff​:

[dominaturx]

Settling down in one place for longer than a week or two at a time didn’t sit well with James. He went where the work took him, naturally, but extended stays at a private sex villa? Not what he was used to at all, certainly not what he preferred. Still: dealing in weapons and other illegal goods meant burrowing deep within the shadiest establishments he could find, Rosewood Manor just so happened to be target number one. Officially, he was staying as a guest, unofficially he’d even taken on an odd job as a handler to earn some extra cash. A couple weeks in, a couple weeks out, and he’d be on a chartered flight to Monaco to get his hands dirty the good old fashioned way. The way that he was used to and even preferred. 

He’d always liked a good bar though, that wasn’t something he’d ever deny. Liquor was liquor and it wasn’t as if he exactly minded the dancing strippers up on the stage before him. Sharp, crystalline blue eyes briefly scanned upwards towards the stage in question and he took a steady drink of his preferred poison: whiskey neat. He wasn’t working this night, and honestly, the prospect of company? Wasn’t sounding too terrible at all. He leaned back in the stupidly over-stuffed armchair he’d claimed as his for the night, raising a brow towards the stage in a clear invitation ---- all that was left to do was see if the bait caught. 

[dominaturx]

&&. rumor has it ( james greyhart ) has stepped into rosewood. ( he ) is a ( 36 ) year old ( dom ) currently residing at the manor as ( an arms dealer / ex-mercenary ). it’s been said that ( he ) resembles ( chris hemsworth ) and is into ( ddlg & pet play ) but not ( watersports & pegging ). ( he ) has been said to be ( sharp-witted & protective ) but also quite ( hot-headed & selfish ). let’s hope the manor doesn’t devour them whole. // eliza

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