Chaos Reigns

Paris Duncan 37 year old Noble || Dominant || Neutral

[alexandramontague]

Alex had effectively hidden away from most of Verona for a few weeks now while she recovered from being attacked almost a month ago. Her bruises were basically gone, the brace on her wrist removed. All that remained really was a fresh scar over her eyebrow, a slight discoloring under her eye, and the memories of that night. She’d taken time off of work too and really only left her apartment to go to classes but this week she decided to finally get her life back on track. No more wallowing. 

She went to a little diner in town to start the day off with some coffee and breakfast and went to the bar area, going over to one of the few empty stools left, “Excuse me…is this seat taken?”

[theparisduncan]

Paris didn’t usually come to a diner to eat breakfast, but he didn’t feel like cooking breakfast this morning, and this place was good enough to get him started for the day. Looking up he smiled at the girl with a nod, the mischievious grin easily falling on his face once more. “It’s all yours. You’re the girl from Venice. Alex was it?” He was actually surprised he remembered vaguely especially when their interaction had been so brief, but she had made enough of an impression. She looked a little worse for the wear than he remembered, but he kept any comments to himself for now.

[theparisduncan]

Distant Admirer || Closed Starter

[theparisduncan]

lonelyheartmontague:

“You haven’t seen my work, unless you’ve done considerably more research on me in the space of a few hours,” she replied, with a bit of calm amusement. “If you were a garden, Sir, you might be very worried. I can’t resist taking pictures of most green spaces for inspiration.”

“I’ve seen your drawing, and I would hope that your work is as good as your leisure.” He grinned with a chuckle at her response. “I suppose I can relax then, for now.” Leading her upstairs through the large spiral staircase, there was a huge window that looked out into his gardens at the top. “I bet you’ve never seen it from this angle before.”

[theparisduncan]

Distant Admirer || Closed Starter

[theparisduncan]

lonelyheartmontague:

“I like to be busy. It’s more interesting that way, and it means people like what I do.” Plus it meant she could keep her employees paid that much longer which she appreciated. “A tour would be lovely. I’ve never been here before, although I’ll confess to admiring the gardens outside on more than one occasion.”

“When you do such good work, it’s hardly a surprise.” He grinned at the little revelation she revealed. “More studying from afar? Starting to sound like quite the stalker now. Should I be worried?” He teased as he started to lead her through the estate.

[theparisduncan]

Montague Winter Party || Closed Starter

[theparisduncan]

lolaxlockett:

Lola’s eyes shut as her breath hitched, the feel of his mouth against her neck, of his cock inside of her, his words low and derogatory as they were growled against her skin lighting her on fire. But still, she waited; waited until she had permission, body so wound tight, shaking with the need for her own release. She needed to hear it, though; to be given permission. She let out a low, desperate whine as he gave it, clutching at him as he drove his cock deeper inside of her, seeking his own release. She came then, body shuddering, mouth making a litany of obscene, filthy sounds. If Lola was any other woman, she might have been embarrassed by the mess this dominant had made of her. But the only thing she felt was satisfaction. Her breathing had gone harsh, the feel of him emptying inside of her sending a wave of warmth up her spine. Unable to help herself, she leaned into him, resting her head in the curve of his neck, breath a warm tickle against his skin. She clutched at him still as she slowly came down from the high of what they’d just done. She knew this was the part where he tossed her aside, where they went their separate ways. And yet, the raw, needy part of herself wanted to cling to him, to be praised by him. She knew she wouldn’t get that – and yet she desired it. She should pull away, but she didn’t. Instead, she waited for guidance, for the man she’d so brazenly called Master to set the terms of their parting.

Paris had to admit, Lola took everything he threw at her, and he was quite impressed. He let her cling to him as her body survived her release, desperation pouring out of her as she rested against the crook of his neck. He let her savor the feel for a minute, the only respite he was giving her. He pulled out of her slowly, smiling with a grin. “I’ll admit I’m impressed how well you took that for a slut.” He watched her face for any sign she might need more care, but since she had taken everything so well so far, he saw no reason she needed more now. Quickly he put his cock away, and straightened out his shirt which had barely become tucked leaving her in quite a messy state. “Don’t bother getting up. You look like you need to save the energy for yourself.” She certainly had a lot of work to do if she wanted to rejoin the party with nobody the wiser. As late as it was, she might just have to do the walk of shame, something he would be able to admire. “Good luck. Maybe I’ll have some use for you again some day.”

[theparisduncan]

Distant Admirer || Closed Starter

[theparisduncan]

lonelyheartmontague:

“It did. One of the newer B&Bs is looking to renovate their gardens to be more appealing and start to draw in more clientele, so this was my first chance to look at the space and begin to come up with a design for them. They’re a sweet couple, so it’ll be a nice project.” Diana accepted the glass of wine and took a sip. “How was your day?”

“Seems like you certainly know how to keep busy.” He grinned more intrigued the more he learned about this woman. “It’s nice to see someone so passionate about something.” He nodded his head with a grin. “It’s hard to complain as a noble, and it’s even better now that you’re here. Would you like a tour? I figure you probably know more about this place than I do.”

[theparisduncan]

alexandramontague:

“Well, hopefully here you’ll find people who know exactly what you want.” Alex replied simply, “I’m sure you’re not the only hoity toity drinker in town.” she added, giving Paris a little shrug as she sipped at her drink, smirking slightly over the rim of her glass. She shook his hand when offered, nodding, “Nice to meet you again too, Sir.”

“I have no doubt that I will.” He always managed to find what he wanted, even if it took more time than he would like. “Hoity toity, huh? Good to know I’ll be among peers.” He grinned, glad things had gone by so pleasantly. He wondered how many others from Venice he would have to deal with here, hoping it would not be many. It would only be a matter of time until he ran into someone who would not be so pleased to see him again.

[theparisduncan]

Distant Admirer || Closed Starter

[theparisduncan]

lonelyheartmontague:

Diana hadn’t been able to stop herself from cleaning up that hurried sketch from that afternoon before arriving at Paris’s house. If it was going to be a gift, she wanted to at least not be embarrassed by it. Still, she couldn’t stop herself from nervously tucking her hair behind her ear as he opened the door. “If you have something open, I’ll take a glass, otherwise I’m fine with water. I just left a meeting and I’m a bit parched.”

He grinned making his way toward the bar, reaching for a glass of red wine, pouring a generous pour before handing her one and grabbing another himself. “I do hope it went well. If not, at least you can relax.” He smiled with a grin, letting her get familiarized with the room.

[theparisduncan]

Distant Admirer || Closed Starter

[theparisduncan]

lonelyheartmontague:

“Few places do compare to the Montague Tower, but my own house is nowhere near as impressive sounding as an estate. I’ll be sure to be there at 7:30.” If nothing else, if he had an estate, she might be able to pick up another client in the next few months. “I look forward to seeing you then.”

“Excellent. I’ll be expecting you.” He smiled as he made his departure to prepare. By the time 7:30 arrived, he was quite prepared, putting on the finishing touches to his meal. At her announced arrival, he made his way to greet her again. “Perfect timing. I was just finishing up. Can I get you anything to drink?”

[pirxuettexphelia]

A Little Help // Paris & Ophelia

[theparisduncan]

pirxuettexphelia:

“I hope you get to stay a little longer then,” she said, biting her lip.  She found that the man was rather attractive but she still hadn’t completely let her guard down.  “If you do plan to stick around, I’ll be more than happy to show you around.  As thanks for driving me back,” she added with a small blush.  “Investments?  That’s very ambitious.  I hope you find what you’re looking for in Verona.”

“Oh, I plan to stay for a long time.” He smiled with a grin as they closed in on the building she had outlined. “I just might have to take you up on that offer.” He grinned quite liking the idea since he was still that new. “You’re very welcome. It takes a certain tenacity but it’s been good to me. Thank you. I think I’ve already found a new home, so it will never be entirely a failure in my eyes.”

[theparisduncan]

alexandramontague:

Alex figured she probably wasn’t all that memorable to someone like him, but still she gave him a little smile, shrugging, “Not a total one.” Her tone was a bit teasing even f she didn’t really trust him. “In your defense you seemed to really only want one particular brand of wine and they not only didn’t have it but they tried to pass off some cheap brand to you instead.” She let out a breath, hoping she wouldn’t regret it as she turned to him, holding her hand out, “I’m Alex.”

Paris chuckled glad she was comfortable enough to joke with him a little. “Thank goodness.” He smirked with a chuckle. “Yeah, they probably thought I didn’t know any better which is what would get on my nerves more.” He took her hand shaking it firmly with a grin. “Nice to meet you again Alex.” He said making a note of her so that he wouldn’t forget her again.

[theparisduncan]

Montague Winter Party || Closed Starter

[theparisduncan]

lolaxlockett:

Lola was past the point of coherency, too keyed up, too wet and in need of this man who was dominating her in the exact way she needed. Every degrading word shot through her, made her grip at him harder, made the desire for him to fuck back up in her nearing on torturous. Then, he gave her what she wanted, cock sliding roughly back into her, again and again. Each grunt, each growl she earned put her closer and closer to the edge. “Yes,” she breathed, the word wet as it tumbled from her lips, exhale involuntary. “Yes, made for you,” she whined, doing as he told her, watching the way he slid into her, cock wet and hard, making her tremble with the feeling of it. Then his hands were in her hair, roughly pulling her head back, exposing her throat. She gasped, bucking against him as his mouth worried purple into her skin. Her arms went around him then, pulling him closer to her, nails digging into the flesh of his back, through the thick fabric of his suit jacket. “Oh,” she exclaimed, overcome by the feel of his mouth, his teeth, on the sensitive flesh of her neck. She wanted it. Wanted to look in the mirror, tomorrow, and see evidence of him still on her body. “I’m going to,” she bit herself off, gasping sharply as he hit that spot inside her once, then again. “Please give me permission to… ah, to come, please, Master.” Another sharp gasp. “Please.” 

Paris grinned quite pleased with how Lola had turned out so far. She barely seemed coherent, repeating the short phrases so often, he wondered if she was broken into some kind of loop. He only gave her a minute to see their connection, but he was sure she could more than feel it even as he exposed her neck for his own purposes. “Such a needy body even for a slut.” He chuckled feeling her nails digging into his back through his jacket. Once he was pleased with the mark he left on her, certain it would last long enough, he chuckled hearing her please for release. He was quite tempted to deny her, to make her broken for a few hours until he took her home tonight, but he still had business to conduct tonight and she had already been enough of a distraction. “I should have expected such a needy cunt to be so desperate. I don’t know why I thought you might be better than that. You have permission.” He granted her as he sought his own release deep inside her folds. It didn’t take long with how impressively she had milked his cock inside her.

[theparisduncan]

thealicecapulet:

Alice glanced up, appraising her next customer before nodding and grabbing the glass overhead before starting on the drink. It was always a nice surprise when someone ordered something other than a regular glass of whiskey or a shot of tequila. She paused in stirring though when he spoke again, a little crinkle forming between her brows as she looked up at him, “And how do you know that..?”

He smirked a little as she started fixing his drink, quite impressed with her work. “I didn’t know anything, only guessed until you confirmed it. In this town it’s almost 50/50.” He shrugged a little not sure if he could provide a better answer. “I promise I’m not a stalker or anything. Just an interested citizen eager to learn more about the two greatest families in the city.”

[theparisduncan]

Montague Winter Party || Closed Starter

[theparisduncan]

lolaxlockett:

She was so close to the edge, hovering there, on the cusps of orgasm, trembling like the Dom said, without a shred of control. She was gone with her need for him. She was his now to direct, to order around, to degrade and humiliate at his own discretion. He had made a wreck of her, an absolute mess. She was his right now, beyond a shadow of a doubt. All she could do was moan, the core of her tight around him, warm and wet with her hunger for him. And, as he began to pull out, she shuddered, gasping, the slide of his cock a sensation she wouldn’t soon forget. Then, he paused, the head of his cock still pulsing hotly inside her. She twitched with the want for him to slam back into her, to take and take and take from her until she was coming around him, squeezing him sweetly, coaxing his own climax from him. Instead, he taunted her. “Yes,” she breathed, unable to hide how urgently she needed him to fuck back up inside her. “Yes, I need you.” She sounded pathetic now, almost whining for him, moving her hips, teasing at the head of his cock, every bit the worthless slut he accused her of being. “Want you deeper, please. Want to feel you for days. To ache from how you took me.” She looked at him in the eye then, gaze lusty, glazed over with how much ardor she held for him. “Fuck me, Master,” she begged, leaning forward, so that their mouths were only a breath away. “This is where I belong. Open and wet for you, being filled up with your cock again and again.” It was then that he gave her what she wanted, thrusting back inside of her roughly, without warning. She gasped as she gripped at his shirt instinctively, eyes fluttering shut as she rode out the feeling of being filled so completely once more. “Yes,” she said, keening. “More, please, please, please.” 

Paris knew better than anyone the importance of rationing. People never really appreciated what they had until they didn’t have it. The way she mewled as he pulled out only proved that more, as did the pathetic kind of whining she made. “Absolutely pathetic. Can you even hear yourself? I never imagined anyone could sound so deplorable. Giving you the privilege of feeling my cock is too generous, but I’ve always been an enabler. That much is true.” He loved that look she was giving him, the way it said he was the only thing that mattered. There was something about owning someone like her that could never be compared to. “Yes it is, and don’t you forget it.” He reiterated before pile driving into her once more. He pulled out repeating a little quicker this time, grunting with exertion each time, making sure their hips were meeting every time. “Your body was made for this, wasn’t it? Just look at it take my cock.” He growled as he watched his cock disappear into her each time. He tore her head back roughly to expose her neck, delving right into it, making sure to make his mark on her.

[theparisduncan]

Distant Admirer || Closed Starter

[theparisduncan]

lonelyheartmontague:

A small part of her couldn’t help wondering why he was so insistent on having her over at his place, but she didn’t pay much attention to that part. He seemed to want this picture so much, and she couldn’t turn him down. Not when it seemed so little and it would make him so happy. It was the least she could do. “I think I can agree to that sort of compromise. It’s certainly not the way I expected today to go - but I suppose Verona is always full of surprises.”

Paris grinned as they finally reached the compromise. “Good. Glad to hear it.” He said with a grin. “I always like to keep things interesting. Routine is the last thing that I want.” He grinned as he stood up with a smile. “Why don’t you come by around 7:30? The Duncan estate should be listed in most directories by now. I know it can’t quite compare to the Montague tower but I think it should prove more than sufficient for our needs.”

[theparisduncan]

alexandramontague:

Alex hummed at that, giving the man a little smile as she nodded, “To better things.” She rose a brow as he continued, trying to hold back her scoff at his reply along with her eyeroll as she just hummed again, glad she had a coffee she could at least occupy herself with. “I’m sure you’ll find whatever it is you’re looking for here then.” She told him simply, remembering more and more the time spent with him–even if he clearly didn’t really remember her. She remembered meeting him at a bar, how he scoffed at their poor selections of drinks. “Even when it comes to bars and fine wines.”

Paris figured there was no point in hiding his tendencies from her, especially if she knew him from Venice. The more she spoke, the more familiar she got, and he couldn’t help but chuckle with a grin when he had a good idea of how he knew her. “I do have quite particular tastes. “I think I do remember now. I wasn’t a total ass, was I?”

[pirxuettexphelia]

A Little Help // Paris & Ophelia

[theparisduncan]

pirxuettexphelia:

“How cultured,” she teased, poking light fun at his name.  “Have you been?  Paris in Paris?” she continued with a small grin.  “Please.  Pleasure is all mine, especially with how kind you are with driving me,” she said gratefully.  And it seemed he wasn’t a Monatgue, which made Ophelia relax a little.  “Newcomer?  How do you like Verona so far?” she asked politely.  “What about you?  What do you do?”

“I’ve certainly always thought so.” He said with a grin. “Things have been quite great so far, and looking better the longer I stay.” He chuckled with another wave of his hand. “Think nothing of it. As a noble it’s the least I could do.” He smiled with a nod. “It’s been quite welcoming so far. A man could definitely get used to this.” He grinned with a shake of his head. “I dabble in investing when I have time. It’s always important to keep an eye out for new opportunities.”

[theparisduncan]

Montague Winter Party || Closed Starter

[theparisduncan]

lolaxlockett:

Lola was losing herself to her desires, this she couldn’t deny. Not with the way the man controlled her so effortlessly, took away her bite, replaced it with the sort of submission she was suited for: begging, writhing, pleading to be worthy of him, of the pleasure he could give her. And she was so greedy. She wanted it all, all that he could give her and more. She felt as if he had crawled up inside her, was owning every inch of her, seeping his influence into the deepest, darkest parts of her. And she let him in, willingly … almost desperately. This was what she craved. It was almost overwhelming, getting it with such a relentless, unwavering confidence. She gasped as he began to rub his cock against her slit, the contact warm, the head of his cock still wet from its time spent in her mouth. Lola bit at her lower lip, breathing heavily, eyes dark with unfiltered lust. She wanted him. Wanted the cock teasing her by sliding against her entrance, pressing up against her clit, making a spark of pleasure flood her senses. “Please,” she begged, not even aware the words were falling past her lips. “Please fuck me, Master. Please.” She needed the friction and, more than anything, to feel the hard line of his cock as he breached her, fucked up inside of her, made her his – finally. Lola let out a surprised cry as he gripped her hair harshly, forcing her head back, so that his face was right there, gaze boring directly into her, setting her on fire. And then, without mercy, he shoved himself inside her, all the way to the hilt. Her mouth fell open, a punched out gasp followed by a wanton moan leaving her throat. “A-Ah,” she exhaled, body shivering, unable to take how full she felt. He wasn’t even fucking her and yet she was already writhing like a needy slut. “Mm,” she attempted to speak, eyes temporarily rolling to the back of her head. “You, ah, you feel so good, Master. I … I …” she cut herself off then, eyes closing as she just felt him, trembling. 

It was always a geniuine pleasure to see the confident teasing submissives crumble into a mess like Lola was doing. It made things so easy for him to pick up the pieces and build her back up to suit his needs for the night. This is what he had been missing in Venice, and things were already looking better for him since his departure. He heard her gasp at the mere touch of his cock to her slit, and he noted the way her chest fell heavily from her breathing. "All that when I just barely graced your lips with my cock? You're not going to last. I don't know what I expected from a rapacious fuck meat like you, but I expected a little sense of self control." He grinned as the words tumbled out, curious if she even realized how she sounded. He only grinned watching her as she felt his sudden thrust into her hungry cunt. She looked like she had been punched in the gut with her mouth hanging open stupidly the way it was, though the moan that followed was as lewd as he had ever heard. She was already writhing on top of him, clearly unable to control herself. He refused to move just letting her feel his size grinning as he felt her trembling in his hands. "Of course I do. I'm giving you the only thing a slut like you can understand. The only purpose you can ever serve, as a fuck toy. The highest accomplishment you'll ever ascend is being a fuck meat to accept my cock." He pulled out of her slowly so that only his tip was left in her entrance. "You miss it already don't you?" He taunted her slowly taking his time with this. "That's what happens when a slut like you gets robbed of her purpose." He wanted her to know he could take what he was giving her away at any moment before thrusting forward again, hips meeting roughly with a short grunt. "Hopefully you'll be more appreciative of the lavish gift I'm bequeathing a worthless slut like you."