for better or worse

[vincentkane]

friend and foe|| Vincent&Lillian

[vincentkane]

lillianxwalker:

Lillian appreciated that he was at least going to talk with her, and not leave her in the dark for the fun of it as so many had in the past. “Rosalie?” she repeated, furrowing her brow as her protective instincts kicked in. “How do you know her? Does she trust you?” she asked, trying to gauge where she could stand with him. Though from what he said, he intended to be a decent person to her, even offering a room and clothes and outside contact. The offer to talk to Brennan definitely helped his case; if he knew that was important to her he at least recognized her as a person and a mother. “I can certainly be a dinner partner, especially with all you’re offering me.” she assured. “It takes quite a bit for me to be uncomfortable, by the way. I’d almost challenge you to find something that would.” she joked lightly.

The woman was ever the motherly figure she had been described as when he immediately took note of her protective tone. “We met through my practice. She’s a patient of mine. Our relationship has developed more into a friendship so I’m careful to separate work and play.” Actually, there was no separation in his mind but lies flowed easily from his tongue like they were the only language he knew. “I appreciate that. You’ll have to tell me what foods you enjoy most since I always seem to have a hard time deciding on a dish.” An amused grin passed his lips as he shook his head. “I’m afraid that’s not a challenge you would want to make. Being a psychiatrist makes it very easy for me to conclude a person’s discomforts, worries, and fears.”

[vincentkane]

ropedaggie:

“Maybe you wouldn’t have to guard your tea if I could go home.” Aggie pointed out. He crossed his arms roughly, flopping back against the seat with an angry bounce. He pouted- no one looked angry when the cushions bounced. “Or if I had my own clothes. Or my doctor or medicine or my dog or my bed or my anything.”

“That might me possible. Someday.” Since it was possible for a slave to earn their freedom he found that it was best to encourage good behavior by reminding them of that award. It also helped newer slaves adjust if they felt like this didn’t have to be permanent. “If you need medicine our doctor on staff will make sure you get it. This is difficult, I can’t imagine the loss you feel but you will be taken care of. I’m not expecting you to adjust right away but you need to accept what has happened. Otherwise, you will only be hurting yourself.”

[vincentkane]

ropedaggie:

“Fine. Maybe I’m a little mad. But I think I’m allowed to be a little bit mad, don’t disallow me from my anger or I’ll spit in your tea.” Aggie stared. Despite his stated anger in the matter, his face was stony and still, only a glint of his fury hinting in his eyes. “I’ll think of a better threat later, but for now, that’s what I’ll do, and don’t think that I won’t.”

“I’m not disallowing anything,” he finally spoke after letting the boy release his anger. “I appreciate your honesty but I would also appreciate not having to guard my tea,” he tried to joke lightly. The kid was a little brat but this was his job to deal with new slaves and gauge where they stood. If he was this well spirited then he wouldn’t need many more sessions anyways.

[vincentkane]

friend and foe|| Vincent&Lillian

[vincentkane]

lillianxwalker:

Lillian had been through countless auctions in her time, and this one had been no different. A snarky introduction by Darla, some nameless face taking her home for as long as he wanted, even Darla throwing in bonus days didn’t shock her. She walked into his house and looked around, heading toward his kitchen. “A glass of wine would be nice. Nothing like getting dressed up and auctioned off to a crowd to make me crave a drink.” she joked flatly. She knew nothing about the guy except his name, and hoped the next three weeks weren’t going to awful. “So what’s the plan here? Just be frank with me, please.”

Vincent nodded, walking into the kitchen in a slow stride and pouring them both a glass of wine. He came back with the glasses in hand and offered one to her, not surprised that she wanted to know where they stood to begin with. There was no fear when she asked and it greatly showed the difference in maturity in comparison to the younger slaves. “To be frank? I recognized you as a friend of Rosalie’s. She talks very highly and very often of you so it was hard to resist. I apologize if I worried you or your son. You’re welcome to call him and there’s a guest bedroom already set up with spare clothing. If you need anything or would like to go anywhere then you’re welcome to ask. All I want in return is a nice dinner partner to enjoy a meal with in the evenings but I won’t push it if that’s uncomfortable for you.” There was some truth to that. Eating alone was always a bore and while he would rather demand it, he knew he had to be civil. If she was the woman he presumed her to be then he concluded that she would not mind granting him that request anyways. If that’s all he would really get out of the next few weeks then it was better than nothing since it would help him no matter what.

[vincentkane]

friend and foe|| Vincent&Lillian

@lillianxwalker

Vincent led the woman into his home, keeping up his mask of warmth as they spoke. “Can I get you anything? A drink?” He offered, nodding to his kitchen to show that she was welcome to explore the kitchen herself if she would like to. His sessions with Rosalie had involved talks of the matured women, she saw her as a friend and motherly figure. Unfortunately, he had not made that connection during the betting, he had just wanted to stir up some commotion for his own entertainment. But it still worked in his favor because he now had the perfect excuse for participating in the auction and he knew he could use this to deepen Rosalie’s trust. Also, he did have plans to have his fun with Lillian as she stayed with him but he didn’t mind waiting till she grew more comfortable since they had plenty of time to spend together thanks to the bonus days he received for splitting up the apparent family reunion.

[vincentkane]

brneilw:

Neil nodded slowly as he continued to glance over the menu. “I think taste is important yes. Plus I don’t really want to get drunk, just something to ease the tension I guess.” He replied with a shrug. “I am sorry for asking so many questions..” 

Vincent hummed in thought as he sorted through the selection of drinks that he knew of. “Tall coconut cocktail,” he spoke to the bartender, ordering two. Might as well join in. “It’s quite alright. I enjoy helping when I can.” Well, only when it benefited him but he was always kind because in a city like Sterling you never knew who you could be talking to or who they might know.

[summerxstarlet-deactivated20190]

Being a newcomer to the Slave House, Summer knew hardly anyone’s name, and as of yet she had no friendly connections. She’d learnt that slaves were allowed in the cafe, so Summer had seated herself at a table right in the middle of the floor and was offering smiles and waves at various customers, hoping someone would take her up on her silent offer to share a table and chat.

[vincentkane]

Usually Vincent preferred a table alone but most tables were at least taken by a solo being if not filled. Rolling the dice, he decided to join a girl that looked as if she was actually inviting company. “Do you mind?” He asked, nodding to the chair across from her with a coffee in one hand and his briefcase in another.

[lolabxrke]

“I can’t concentrate when you’re makin’ so much noise. Jeez. Shut the fuck up already.” Lola was preoccupying herself with tossing whatever rubbish she had on her table in the Grind into the bin in the far corner. She was doing what she called concentrating, and the noise around was throwing her off. 

[vincentkane]

“The sound of typing is hardly something to complain about.” Vincent spared no glance to the woman, seeking to avoid trouble if he could help it since his mood had been so bright as of late. “Public places are not well locations to seek silence either.”

[maxwellkekoa]

Max was tired. He had no idea why, but sleep had escaped him the previous night. As such, he wasn’t in the best of moods, and sat drinking alone with no desire to be around anyone else. Whiskey was tonight’s choice, and he knocked back a couple of glasses, enjoying the sting they left at the back of his throat.  He could sense someone hovering nearby, and for what reason? He had no idea. 

“Can I help you?” Max didn’t look up, and instead lit up a cigar before taking a slow drag.

[vincentkane]

Vincent glanced around the bar, taking in every sight and sound, observing the general populous to see if he could find anything of interest. That came in the form of a bulking man when he spoke up, Vincent realized he had let his gaze linger a bit too long as thoughts shifted around in his had. “No. My mistake. I think I’ve had one too many and I’m seeing things.” That was far from the truth, Vincent never drank enough to get anywhere near past only a buzz but at least he was a good actor. Having a muddled mind was weakness and the psychiatrist refused all forms of weakness.

[rosaliexthorpe]

Crumbling Walls | Vincent & Rosalie

[vincentkane]

rosaliexthorpe:

Something about him calling her a good girl sent shivers throughout her entire body, causing Rosalie to tremble in what could only be described as anticipation and an overwhelming desire to serve this man in front of her … to obey his every demand and hope to be worthy of receiving whatever he was willing to give. She exhaled slowly, her breath shaking as her eyes followed his finger as it left a burning trail along her fair skin. It was as if this man couldn’t do anything wrong, knowing exactly how to touch her in order to have her melt beneath his fingers …

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice was merely a whisper when Rosalie found herself completely overwhelmed by this moment. She had dreamed of this … time and time again, but not once had she been foolish enough to allow herself to hope that it would actually happen. Not until now, that is.

She watched him, suddenly missing his grip around her as soon as he let his arm fall and it was in that very moment that any and all thoughts of repercussions completely disappeared from her mind. They simply didn’t matter anymore. All that mattered to Rosalie at this point was to feel his touch again. And again. And again.

Her teeth pillowed against her lower lip and she looked down, gaze wandering along her dress and blonde tresses falling into her face as she reached for the back of her dress, finding the zipper with expertise and pulling it down. The sound of it broke the silence before being followed by that of her dress sliding to the ground, leaving her almost completely exposed to his gaze before she finally locked her eyes with his again. Her lips were slightly parted, hinting to how breathless she currently felt before she did the only thing that felt right … she knelt. Gracefully accepting her place beneath him as her cheek rested against the luxurious fabric of his suit pants. She permitted herself a few second to relish this new-found freedom, hearing her aunt’s voice in her head, disapproval accompanying her words as she made known that a Thorpe didn’t kneel, didn’t submit … Rosalie only was a Thorpe by name though and that realization was probably the greatest gift he could’ve given her.

The utter obedience she handed over was breathtaking and for a moment, he thought that the position of slave would much better be suited to her than the disappointing and unruly specimen he had encountered so far. But then, he was one of the few that got to see this marvelous display. Vincent wouldn’t fool himself into thinking that he was the first she had succumbed to like this but he would be the last. He had every intention of ruining her body, mind, and heart for anyone else.

Hungry eyes watched every movement, hands tucking into his pockets in a controlled move. She would never really know how much he desired her. All he wanted was for her to know how much she desired him.

A pleased smile graced his features and he removed a hand from his pocket, placing it atop her head. He stroked over her hair silky hair, gentle fingers sliding easily through the soft strands. Briefly, another thought came to mind, he wondered what Darla would think if she could see what he had done to her precious little niece. He would certainly be doing worse before he allowed her to leave his office.

With a firm grip, he cupped her chin, coaxing her to look up and meet his dark eyes. “Breathtaking,” he praised in a gentle voice. “You know this is where you belong, don’t you?” Vincent couldn’t help but take the chance to stroke his own ego, tingling with the sensation of finally having her completely in his hands. “Such a good girl.” His grip slackened, moving to stroke her cheek as he fixated on her plush lips, slightly swollen already from her nervous habit. “Keep letting go like this and I’ll take care of you.” It was a promise as he again cupped her face this time with both hands, guiding her focus to the buckle of his belt. “Now, prove to me how much you want this.” The challenge given, he couldn’t wait to see how she would succeed. No doubt lingered in his mind that she was anything less than perfect for him. A fumble here and there could be corrected as long as she was eager to please him. There was no doubt that she was and the feeling he had in response was the closest a man like him could ever come to love. Possessiveness.

[vincentkane]

brneilw:

Neil had two options now. He could suck up his pride and ask this man for help, or he could just order something at random and risk getting completely fucked up. “I’m sorry.. but I’m fairly new to this whole bar thing.. What’s something that isn’t too strong? I am not sure how my tolerance is..” 

If the bar wasn’t his usual scene he wondered what had prompted the man to come out tonight. Vincent didn’t care enough to ask but his very career and personality made him question the reason behind every action, expected or not. “You may want to start with something light. I take it that you prefer taste over alcohol content?”

[vincentkane]

brneilw:

Neil had absolutely no idea what to order, or why he decided to come out alone. He should have asked one of his new friends to join him, that way he didn’t look like a complete loser. Well, at least the place wasn’t packed. Neil began to look over the menu, scratching the back of his head, unsure of what half of these things were. Some of them sounded pretty good, but knowing him he’d order something that sounds good and it would turn out to be filled with so much alcohol that it could heal a wound. 

Vincent thanked the bartender when he returned with a plate of snacks, picking at the food slowly since he was in no real rush. He glanced around the bar every now and then, noticing the man that had greeted him looked lost by just staring at the menu. “Are you doing okay?” He asked politely out of his habit of manners. It was annoying but again, acts of kindness here and there only strengthened the mask he had near perfected over time. Always room for improvement.

[vincentkane]

henrydunne:

While he was more accustomed to the glitzy bars near the South Beach strip, this little hole in the wall was a nice place to come to if he didn’t want to be among the usual sycophants. Henry stood at the edge of the bar and flagged down one of the bartenders to take his order. He noticed the man sitting close by and recognized him from around. “How’s it goin, man?”

His glass paused on the way to his lips, Vincent glanced up at the friendly man, finding familiarity in his features. “Well,” he answered before downing the last of his drink and placing the glass back down. “Busy days but there’s always something interesting. How have you been doing?” He returned the question with a short nod.

[vincentkane]

rosaliexthorpe:

Rosalie had come to decide that a change of scenery would do her good. Which was exactly why she found herself in the seedy pub now, that was seemingly so very unlike every other establishment in the city but for the House itself. For once she left her dresses which she’d usually wear on a night out in the closet, instead wearing a pair of tight leather pants, a tank top and a leather jacket. Her heels clicked on the ground as she made her way inside and directly towards the bar, keeping her eyes down in an effort to not be recognized. Even though she doubted anyone she knew ever came here. A change of scenery, yes. A place where people didn’t know who she was. She locked at the amount of bottles stored behind the bar, assuming that she wouldn’t get one of the sugary cocktails she usually fancied so much. She didn’t mind though, waiting for the bartender to give her his attention before uttering her order. “A scotch, please.”

A familiar voice reached his ears as he sipped at the last of his drink, setting his glass down on the counter for the bartender to refill. Vincent suppressed a smirk when he glanced over to see his little blonde occupying a space close to him. “Rosalie,” he called out to her in a smooth, warm tone. Her attire for the evening was different than usual, he noted, but it suited her, hugging her form in the same way her usual dresses would. He enjoyed the change but he only offered a smile, inviting her to join him or simply take the opportunity to act as nothing more than simple acquaintances.

[vincentkane]

fifixdixon:

St. Patrick’s Day in O’Reilly’s hadn’t been a complete disaster, so Sofia decided to head back one evening after work. She slipped soundlessly through the door and found a perch at the bar, close to a man who appeared to be sitting quietly and minding his own business. Good. “Get me a whiskey.” She said to the bartender. “No ice.”

Vincent spared a glance at the woman that came close to his edge of the bar, noting her beauty but taking no interest in the power she exuded. A women like that wouldn’t tolerate the games he liked to play and he had no energy to indulge himself in a long game tonight. He emptied his glance, signalling calmly for another once the bartender had completed her order.

[rosaliexthorpe]

Crumbling Walls | Vincent & Rosalie

[vincentkane]

rosaliexthorpe:

Rosalie’s eyes closed in sheer bliss. Gone was the fear that he’d reject her, gone were the doubts of having made a mistake in confiding in him. It seemed as if he could see all those fears and with just one touch erased them from her mind, making him the only thought that remained. Her teeth pillowed against her lower lip when she shifted slightly, feeling the overwhelming urge to be closer to him but without actually acting on it. It wasn’t her place to act on her desires, to just take when he might be willing to give.

It was only for his order that had her snap back and out of her thoughts and the sensation of his touch. She met his gaze, once again allowing herself to fear that maybe she had read too much into his gesture, that he’d kick her out of his office now with not way of going back.

But something in his eyes told her that this wasn’t his intention, and whether it be just foolish hopefulness or not, it had her oblige. She did as she was told, standing up and locking her eyes with his before the tension got too great and she averted her gaze.

His authority equally intimidated her as well as draw her in. A vicious cycle she knew she wouldn’t be able to escape from now.

All her movements held an admirable grace, most noticeable when he saw the last flicker of doubt vanish from her eyes and there were no longer any fears holding her back. Vincent stepped forward, circling an arm around her waist and tugging her in till she was pressed flushed against his body. A finger traced lightly down the smooth flesh of her arm, stopping just above her wrist before repeating the gentle action.

“You’ll be a good girl and undress for me. Won’t you, Rosalie?”

His gaze had wandered to the pale skin of her neck and further down till they snapped back up to meet hers as he said her name. He gave her a look that dared her once again to walk away from this, walk away from everything that he knew she desired. He was challenging her because he knew that she would no longer be able to push away from him. The grip around her waist was nothing compared to the grip he had on her mind so consumed with him that he haunted her in dreams in several forms.

Letting his arm fall, he allowed her an inch of space so that she could follow through with his request. His assistance knew not to let anybody interrupt during his sessions, most noticeably ones with Rosalie, but he wanted the blonde to feel the thrill that would come with not knowing if they could be caught at any moment. She had said she dreamed of exposing herself to his desires so he would fulfill those dreams to their fullest extent. On his own terms, of course.

[rosaliexthorpe]

Crumbling Walls | Vincent & Rosalie

[vincentkane]

rosaliexthorpe:

She couldn’t move, couldn’t withdraw from his touched when his fingers grazed along her chin … Not that she had wanted to. His touch left a scorching hot trail along her skin, causing her to tremble even more violently as she was forced to meet his gaze. Still, despite his reaction, she expected to be met with disgust, whether it be concealed by his professional mask or not. But she saw nothing of the like. Instead, he smiled at her, almost as if he had waited for her to say those words all along. She, however, assumed his smile was merely a response to her finally opening up, not caring what her confession entailed but that she trusted him enough to share it with her so he could continued helping her. He was that understand, that patient … that selfless.

‘It’s about me.’

His words didn’t startle her, she had made that much known without having to say them. And yet the tone of his voice gave her the impression that he approved of this realization and without noticing it she closed her eyes and tilted her head into his gentle hand, like a kitten that ached to be pet.

It also made her less conscious of her following words, feeling as if she was thrown back into that same dream she had just depicted with such detail. “Yes, Sir.” she said under her breath, the words sounding strange to her ears but oh so right. Almost as if she had longed to utter them since an eternity. Her eyes fluttered open again and she looked up at him, swallowing hard while her previous arousal had dissolved into comforting warmth that spread throughout her entire body. It wasn’t about her. It was about him.

The way she trembled reminding him of the night long ago when he had taken her without apology. A repeat performance had been planned for a long time but this time she would want it and he would ruin her for anyone else that dared to touch what belonged to him. She was already leaning into his touch, tempting him the press of her cheek into his hand. If only she knew how long he had waited for this. Perhaps, she would be would be horrified or perhaps her secrets would run deeper than he expected.

His patient snapped when she finally uttered the words that were no less than the most enticing music to his ears. Eyes darkening, he stared down at her with a dark look of want and lust, the look he had given her many times when she believed she was alone.

“Stand up,” he ordered, retracting his hand as took a step back. There would be no going back after this. After she confirmed everything he worked up to he would no longer allow for her to escape him. He would make sure that she would never want to.

She would become his beautifully, caged bird. His pet.