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Post by ALYSON MONTGOMERY on May 3, 2012 23:06:41 GMT -5
Alyson smirked when Sebastian mentioned it getting interesting. She was already tearing into the box for the inflatable man. She'd never seen one in person before! Sure everyone had seen them on TV and in movies, but in person?
"..where are we suppose to inflate this from?" She peaked up at Sebastian and shrugged. "Wherever the hole is.." She said and then realized there might be other holes and let a small laugh escape. "I think yours has a couple holes." She teased and turned her heat around so the bill was diagonal, mostly backwards but partially to the side.
Alyson found the blowup nozzle on her doll towards the back and began to blow him up, looking over at Bastian occasionally. She had to pause after a minute or two from getting dizzy. "Jeez, I've never had to work so hard at blowing a guy before." She joked and laughed, discarding him for the moment so she could let her lungs rest. She put him down and looked at all the sex toys, the candy necklace in her mouth as she chewed absentmindedly. She tossed the edible body paint on the ground, a leopard print bondage kit, a vibrator and a paddle. That would definitely make for an interesting scene.
"If I worked here and came in to this scene in the morning? I'm not really sure what I would do." She laughed and looked at what they had going on. "This is going to be completely obscene." Her eyes caught a display of Twilight stuff and her jaw dropped. "Oh...yes!" She made her way over quickly, grabbing the Edward fleece and brought it over, laying it on the ground. "Brad's taking JHo right here! On Edwards face!" She laughed and grabbed the doll again, blowing it up some more. Her eyes met Sebastian's as blew into the doll and she offered a tiny smile, partially hidden by the doll she was inflating. She was having way too much fun. She pulled her lips away. "Too bad you started blowing up J Ho. We could have made it a gay scene. One of them could have worn your hat and scarf combo." She laughed.
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on May 4, 2012 22:46:23 GMT -5
"Wherever the hole is.."
Rolling his eyes Sebastian turned the awkward plastic doll around until he found the 'right' hole. From the looks of it the hole was either on her hand or her foot. He wasn't sure which but he'd find out soon as he wrapped his mouth around it and began to blow. He didn't have to stop as many times as Alyson had but he did need to catch his breath a few times.
"Jeez, I've never had to work so hard at blowing a guy before."
The jokes were turning sexual and he raised a brow at her curiously while he smiled but most of his face was covered by the inflating sex doll. His eyes followed her as she began to grab different items for them to use on the dolls. He had to admit this wasn't only interesting but it was going to be a lot of fun. Once the blow up doll was completely inflated he plugged up the air hole and then tossed it up into the air for it to land on the floor not far from them.
When he saw the Twilight blanket he rolled his eyes. "When did vampires stop having dignity?" He asked as if they were real. Of course he'd read plenty of vampire books and even thought that he was one when he was a child, especially since his canines were a little more elongated than a human's. As far as he knew vampires weren't real. And Nosferatu still remained one of his all time favorites. The way that he was truly a monster in both appearance and personality. Sebastian was glad he didn't truly look like a monster.
"Too bad you started blowing up J Ho. We could have made it a gay scene. One of them could have worn your hat and scarf combo."
He realized he still had the scarf on and smirked at what she said before shaking his head. "I'm sure Brad would pull it off much better than I, maybe he should wear them anyway." Sebastian took the hat off and unwrapped the scarf from his neck and proceeded to place them both on Brad's plastic body. It took a couple of attempts to wrap the scarf around because it kept slipping. He didn't exactly have shoulders to keep it in place.
Sebastian's eyes wandered around to see what else there was that they could set up. Alyson seemed to enjoy making this sexual scenario and he wondered if maybe this girl had a wild, kinky side to her. It excited him a bit but he decided not to comment on it. He didn't need her to hide in her shell and start getting an attitude. This was the most relaxed he'd seen her and he was enjoying it. There were so many things cluttered in the store and he a section holding shot glasses. He decided to grab a few and place them on the blanket, tipping a few over to make it look like they'd gotten nice and drunk before they decided to have their wild and crazy night. Then he grabbed an ashtray that had a green marijuana leaf printed on the bottom of it and set it down on the floor. "Sex, drugs and alcohol. Who could ask for a better night?"
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Post by ALYSON MONTGOMERY on May 4, 2012 23:20:46 GMT -5
"When did vampires stop having dignity?" She smiled at him as she finished blowing up her doll. "I think when Stephanie Meyers walked onto the scene." She tried to recall if vampires were completely lame prior to that, but she wasn't well versed on their literary history.
She watched him slip the scarf around Brad and gave a light chuckle. "Looks better on him." She teased, though she had to admit he looked half decent in the scarf. Better the scarf and bare torso than some of the stupid shirts in the store. She would keep her Journeys attire.
"Ooh.. nice touch." She praised as he slipped the glasses on the blanket with the ashtray and then shook her head. "I haven't had a night with those since high school." There had been plenty of wild nights in her younger years, but she had quit that once she moved to the city. Mostly because she didn't hang around those sorts of people anymore, which was a good thing. She didn't need to be blacking out anymore.
She worked at getting the dolls sort of situated together, but they weren't really cooperating. It was almost like they were rejecting each others blow-up love! "Hmm.." She opened the bondage kit and pulled the eye mask out and slid it over J Ho's eyes. "I don't think she could handle watching her gay lover." She joked and then reached for the body paint, kneeling on the ground and pulling the package open. "Ever try these?" She asked, hazel eyes on him for a second before focusing on the weird pain that was in a pen, though it seemed to come out like icing. She dipped the green on her finger and sucked it off, her brows rising. "That's actually pretty good." She laughed and then tilted her head to the side as she looked at her dolls like open canvases. "What to draw.." She looked up at Bastian and tossed him the blue before going back to J Ho.
Finally she began drawing a heart on her breast. "I have no clue what to draw. I don't know if I could put anything obscene enough on them to be funny." She sucked on the tip of the pen, thinking of what else she could do. She was definitely taking these with her.
edible body paint on the ground, a leopard print bondage kit, a vibrator and a paddle
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on May 5, 2012 0:01:06 GMT -5
"Vampires are the 'in' thing these days." His brows raised then lowered but he didn't seem to care about what was in at the moment. Although vampires seemed to be everywhere. There were movies, books, television shows and a bunch of crappy merchandise.
He watched Alyson try to get the dolls to be propped in the right manner but they were just so awkward. When she blindfolded the female doll he shook his head and chuckled. The employees were going to be in for a treat in the morning that was for sure. When the body paint came out he watched as she tasted it and said it was good. He'd never tried body paint before. He'd had fun with hot wax and even blindfolds and some light bondage but never body paint.
"Ever try these?"
Sebastian shook his head and kept his eyes fixated on her and caught the blue pen when she threw it at him. He scooted closer to the dolls and decided that Brad would be his plastic canvas. He uncapped the weird pen and proceeded to draw a very oddly shaped penis on Brad's left butt cheek. "I was never the artistic sort." He explained and started to just dab body paint on Brad's back like freckles or something. He wrote 'MOM' on his arm and then turned the pen to his own finger and pressed out a line of the blue stuff onto his finger.
"The girl who is making two blow up dolls hump on the floor of Spencers doesn't know if she can draw anything dirty?" He found it amusing and with the finger of blue gunk he reached over to try and smudge it against her cheek. "Looks like you've got something there."
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Post by ALYSON MONTGOMERY on May 5, 2012 20:08:11 GMT -5
She continued to doodle over J Ho's body, drawing stars, dicks, little designs around her fake navel. Nothing seemed epic, though. Nothing stood out as extraordinary.
"The girl who is making two blow up dolls hump on the floor of Spencers doesn't know if she can draw anything dirty?" She made a sarcastic sort of face at him and then went back to drawing, when she felt him press his sticky, wet finger to her cheek. "Looks like you've got something there."
Alyson looked up at him, her jaw dropping. Did he seriously start a body paint fight with her? "Really?" She asked, looking annoyed at him, and she allowed him to think she was angry for a moment before smirking. "You want to play?" She asked, and got more comfortable on the ground. "Fine. Let's play." She wasn't about to chase him around. It would be silly to do in the cluttered store, and he was stronger than her so trying to force paint on him would be fruitless. He would end up dodging her or pinning her down and painting all over her. No, she would need to literally ask him.
She crossed her legs in front of her and lifted her hand in front of her face, bending her finger towards herself, beckoning him to come to her. "Come." She said, not sure if he would, but she had a feeling he would be a good sport. "Lay down. I'll make you beautiful." She tried to hide the smirk toying at her lips. "Unless you're afraid to let me paint you up." She patted the ground in front of her. "Come on! I won't even draw a cock on your face."
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on May 6, 2012 1:12:07 GMT -5
"You want to play?"
Sebastian was licking the rest of the body paint off of his finger when she asked that question. He looked over at the female blow up doll to see what all she had drawn on it. She didn't seem to be satisfied with any of it but it looked better than the squiggly little dirty drawing he'd done on the male's ass.
"Come."
As Alyson gestured for Sebastian to come closer to her and to lay down he watched her with a little smirk playing over his lips. He liked the way she was trying to take charge of the situation, and although they both knew who was in charge he found himself liking it. But did he want her to use that stuff all over him? He had a feeling it would grow sticky if it was on for too long, and it was edible so was she going to lick it off for him or make him wash it off himself? He didn't want to ask and spoil the surprise so he complied with her demands.
Sebastian lowered himself down to the floor of the store right in front of Alyson's lap and laid flat on his back. He still had his own pen in his hand and suddenly got an idea. "It's only fair if I can draw on you as well." He held the blue pen out to show that he was ready.
"And I can't promise that I'll make you beautiful but I won't make it obscene."
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Post by ALYSON MONTGOMERY on May 6, 2012 22:03:49 GMT -5
She sat patiently and met his smirk with her own as he came over. She had no idea what she would draw, but it was fun to know he was allowing her to have artistic license with his body. She watched him carefully as he laid down, her head tilting to look at his face as it slid to the ground.
"It's only fair if I can draw on you as well."
She rolled her eyes. "Everything is tit for tat with us, isn't it." She teased, remembering he had wanted her to put on a show once he'd done it. "Fine." She agreed, deciding it wouldn't be so bad. It was only edible paint. Would it be sticky? Judging from what she felt; yes. Very. "You can draw on me, too."
"And I can't promise that I'll make you beautiful but I won't make it obscene."
She smirked. "I don't need you to make me beautiful." She taunted with mild arrogance. She was only playing with him, but truth be told if he found her unattractive he wouldn't have taken her, or kissed her or anything else he had done that had proven he enjoyed they way she looked.
Alyson wasn't sure if he would be drawing on her the same time she was drawing on him, but she didn't care to find out. Once he was down she leaned down on him, the green pen in her hand. She put her other hand flat down on his chest, holding him still in a sense as she began to doodle on him.
She drew a nautical star on his chest just over his left nipple, carefully coloring every other piece in green. When she was finished she put yellow in the remaining spots. "Maybe you should get inked." She teased, her eyes peering into his. She pulled back a little to admire her handiwork. "That actually looks sort of nice on you." Her voice was less teasing now, but she smirked. "You want a red mustache?"
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on May 8, 2012 20:28:43 GMT -5
"Maybe you should get inked."
There was something comical about what she said. Sebastian lived far too long to tattoo his body. He had too long to go to regret the ink that would scar his skin. And the longer time went on the stranger it would be that he'd have such old tattoos on him. Imagine if he would have gotten tribal tattoos in the nineties? Then again he wasn't even sure if he could get a tattoo. Would the needle be sharp enough to pierce his tough skin?
"I don't do well with needles." He explained as if that was a good enough excuse. It tickled a little when she drew on his bare chest but it felt nice also. He had to shift a bit since his back was so rugged it became uncomfortable on such a hard surface. But after he shifted a little to the left he was fine.
Sebastian reached up with the blue pen so he could quickly dab some of the paint on the tip of her nose. He couldn't draw and didn't want to make her look too hideous so he went with making lines across her cheeks as whiskers. She made a half decent blue nosed cat and he smirked. That was all the drawing he was going to be able to do to her.
"You want a red mustache?"
Sebastian never grew out facial hair longer than a bit of scruff, and he always thought that a mustache looked ridiculous on him. But why not? "Sure. A red mustache and a blue tear drop. Isn't that what gang members get in prison if they've killed someone?" He found that another idiotic trend with tattoos. He didn't need a tear drop to show that he'd murdered a person before. Sebastian had killed plenty of people and if that were the case his whole left side of his face would be marked in tears.
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Post by ALYSON MONTGOMERY on May 8, 2012 20:58:36 GMT -5
She couldn't see what he had drawn on her face, but she had the feeling she looked like a blue cat. He didn't seem too creative. When he claimed he didn't do well with needles she snorted. Had he not been shot the night before? Sure he had been in bad shape but now? He was lying on a store floor letting her draw on him in edible ink. It was a mystery. Her arm, though bandaged, still throbbed lightly. She couldn't believe it had only been last night that it all happened. "I think you could manage if you wanted." She said softly as she brought the red pen to his face.
At his question she shrugged. "Does that mean you've killed someone?" She asked, though she was smirking. The smirk faded when she recalled him wrapping his hand around her throat and squeezing last night. For a moment she frowned and looked down at the pen in her hand. He had nearly killed her. Alyson gulped and pursed her lips, but then shook her head, looking back into his eyes and forcing a smile. "Of course you haven't." She said, her voice low. She needed to believe it. She had to for her own sanity. To think he was a murdered frightened her, and she didn't want to be frightened of him. How the hell would she survive in his grasp if she was afraid of him? Plus she didn't want to ruin this moment. This carefree, fun loving moment. The first in nearly two weeks.
She set to work drawing the mustache, even though she had difficulty getting both sides. In the end she had to get on her knees and lean over him, but even then it was awkward. "This isn't nearly as easy as it looks." She teased, trying to keep her mood light, though her heart still seemed heavy. "Okay.. don't take this the wrong way. I just need to this so your mustache is even." Aly lifted her right leg and slid it across Sebastian's stomach and straddled his stomach, careful not to put much pressure on him. "There." She said, leaning down carefully so she wouldn't brush against his green and yellow nautical star. "Much better."
She focused on her mustache, making it bushy with curled ends. When she was finished she grinned and stole the blue from his hand, her face hovering dangerously close to his as she focused on her work. "I'm going to do something instead of the teardrop." She didn't like the thought of the teardrop anymore, and if she drew it she would be reminded of her earlier thoughts, something she wasn't interested in. Instead, she drew a crude monocle around his eye, dotting the chain down his face. When she was finished she sat up on his stomach and brought the blue pens tip to her lips, sucking lightly and admiring her work. finally she nodded. "Jolly good, chap." She laughed, using her best British accent.
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on May 9, 2012 0:23:11 GMT -5
The question about him killing somebody before and then her self assurance brought a tinge of uneasiness to the air around them. Not that Sebastian could care about it. He could have told her he'd killed so many times that he didn't have enough fingers and toes to count it, but he got the feeling that she didn't want to hear it. Not to mention she was doodling on his upper lip and he didn't want to mess her up if he could help it. When she finished on his red mustache and was sitting on his stomach he wriggled his nose at her making the sides of his drawn on mustache move up and down at the tips.
When she started dotting down a chain he knew what was coming next. Of course the accent. He rolled his eyes at her and started to look around to see if there were any mirrors close by that he could reach from his position. "While I made you cat I'm stuck as a young Monopoly guy." He joked with her and his fingers crept up her legs followed by his hands moving up to her waist.
"Now, this is edible. And I can already feel it growing sticky. If only there were someone with a tongue that could lick it off.." He acted nonchalant but there was still that look in his eye that proved he knew what he was saying.
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Post by ALYSON MONTGOMERY on May 9, 2012 11:22:03 GMT -5
She grinned at the way he twitched his mouth at her, making the mustache move. It looked funny on him. "While I made you a cat I'm stuck as a young Monopoly guy." She grinned at him and shrugged as his fingers moved up her leg. She tried not to think about it. She knew there would be some backlash for resting on his stomach as she was. "You gave me permission." She chided, putting the pens down. She was about to climb off when his hands settled on her waist, keeping her there. She knew she could pull off, but she stopped, peering down into his eyes.
"Now, this is edible. And I can already feel it growing sticky." A smile began to slip over her lips, until he continued. "If only there were someone with a tongue that could lick it off.."
She knew there was no way he thought he was being suave about this all. The look in his eyes was clear that he wanted her to lick it clean, and the very thought of it made her stomach twist in a way that was both excited and terrified. She recalled their heated kiss in the department store after they'd fought by the mirrors, which made her cheeks flare up bright red. What was she supposed to do?
There was a large part of Alyson that was telling her to get the hell off of him and run away, but another, much smaller part, reminded her that she had practically asked for this. What did she expect after drawing on him in edible ink?
She sat on him for a long while, looking into his eyes. Finally she gulped and shifted a little nervously. She hated how much she wanted to give in to the desire. She tried reminding herself of all the terrible things he'd done to her, but there was another part nagging her in the back of her mind, reminding her he needed to love her. Would eating edible ink off him make him do that? Not likely, but it certainly wouldn't hurt.
Alyson leaned down and ran her tongue slowly over the star on his chest. It felt weird licking it from his skin and she felt her cheeks flush. It was exhilarating at the same time. She could feel his chest rise and fall with his breathing, her eyes looking up to meet him as she dragged her tongue over his chest again, embarrassed but sort of amused. It was all a game, wasn't it? It took a few more licks to clean him off and she pushed herself up a little, her arms holding her up as her hands were planted on either side of his head. "Now the mustache.." She said softly, feeling far more nervous about this considering how very close to his mouth she was. She leaned down and gave a short lick at the corner of his lip, that same hot, anxious feeling twisting her insides. It was too late to stop now.
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on May 10, 2012 21:35:44 GMT -5
Well this was not something that Sebastian expected.
In less than twenty-four hours Alyson had done a one-eighty and not only was she doing exactly what Sebastian instructed (or in this case hinted at), but she was doing it without any lip. When Sebastian made his comment he expected her to roll her eyes and walk away from him the way that she usually did. Or make some snarky remark about it and roll her eyes then walk away. He didn't expect her to actually lick the paint off of him. But that was what she was doing, starting with his chest.
He was at a loss for words, finding it was much more enjoyable as the silence came over them. He relaxed his neck and set his head down on the hard floor while his eyes roamed over the ceiling. There was nothing out of the ordinary with the ceiling but he could care less. While Alyson's tongue trailed over his chest he found himself not caring about anything except for the sensation that it sent through him. It tickled a bit, and after she left a trial of her saliva he found his skin getting rather cold. By the time she was done with the star it left goosebumps all over.
"Now the mustache..."
His face gave away his surprise. Something that didn't happen on a usual basis. While she leaned forward he could feel the warmth of her breath as she began licking, and found he couldn't resist her. Not this time, when she was in such close proximity and practically salivating all over his face. Sebastian wrapped one arm around Alyson's waist and planted his free hand firmly against the floor as he shifted his weight.
He didn't know if she'd struggle this time, or if she'd just submit to him the way she had in the department store. But he was going to find out one way or another as he rolled, taking her with him until he could find himself on top of her. He didn't say a word to her, but when he had her under him he lifted his head a bit to keep a little distance between them and look down into her eyes. They seemed to be more green than anything tonight. He still wasn't sure what color they truly were, since there seemed to be so many colors in them.
And in the silence he remained staring down at her while his brows knitted up and his expression made it seem that he was contemplating something. As if he didn't know whether to speak or act.
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Post by ALYSON MONTGOMERY on May 11, 2012 8:52:13 GMT -5
Alyson could feel the stubble of his actual hair bristle against her tongue as it slid over his upper lip, which felt so strange mixed with the sweet candy painted on his face. It was exhilarating and she was shocked he laid there so still, but no sooner had she thought that, his arm snaked around her and before she could process what was going on she was on her back and he was hovering over her. Her lips parted as she sucked in a sharp breath, him having taken her by surprise.
In reality she wasn't entirely surprised by his reaction, but her heart continued to hammer and her breath, for a moment, became ragged, but with what? Fear? Excitement? Need? Alyson wasn't even sure as she stared wide eyed up at him, unsure what to even do or think or feel.
The girl didn't struggle, but laid there and gulped. Why was he being so silent? So still? It dawned on her that he was waiting for a reaction, for her to push him off and struggle or accept what he was silently suggesting, only what was he suggesting? Was this his attempt to get in her pants? She knew if it were he would be trying harder, but instead he gazed into her eyes, his brows pressed tight together as his mouth hung in limbo. What? What did he want to say that he wasn't? Was he asking her permission to continue?
Suddenly Alyson laughed, sliding a hand to her face, having forgotten the whiskers, and smeared it. She pulled her hand away and looked at the blue ink on it which made her laugh again. "You look like an idiot." She giggled, her eyes wrinkling with amusement. She no doubt looked the same or possibly worse. "Your half mustache and shitty monocle..." She bit her lip and stifled another laugh. How could she take him seriously when he looked like that? "It doesn't even look like a monocle.." She cracked up and shook her head, the serious turn the moment had taken lost on her.
Her eyes were glittering with amusement as she looked up at him, knowing what his intentions had been, but she didn't go in for it. She neither gave him permission or pushed him away. "Did.. you want to finish?" She asked softly, still letting out small little half laughs as she looked his face over and then turned her eyes to the dolls and then back at him, raising an amused brow.
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on May 11, 2012 19:12:28 GMT -5
"You look like an idiot."
He didn't know whether to be offended or angry with what Alyson said, and his expression made it obviously clear that he didn't know how to react to this. Her outburst confused him and he just stared down at her as if he'd suddenly become a mute. But the more she laughed and explained just how 'shitty' the monocle was he couldn't keep a straight face any longer.
Sebastian gave a small chuckle at first, his lips turning up into a grin before he had a full blown smile on his face. Her laughter was so out of the ordinary and he found it contagious and soon he was laughing with her. He still hovered over her as he laughed along with her and then shook his head. Rolling off of her and lying on his back with his arm touching hers the laughter in him started to die out and fade.
"Did.. you want to finish?"
There was a part of him that didn't want her to slobber all over the rest of his face. Especially around his eye where she'd drawn her 'shitty' monocle. So he shook his head side to side, his expression growing more serious and like his usual self. He cleared his throat before he sat up and looked over at their little sex display they had set up. It would be a sight to behold in the morning.
Morning.
The night hadn't passed them just yet. He still had plenty of time to wander around a few more stores if she pleased before they had to get home before the sun came up. "I hope you're not growing tired yet. We still have all night. I do believe there was a skateboard store downstairs. We could race." He looked down at her and moved a finger across her cheek collecting some of the blue goo and then put it into his mouth to suck it off. It was definitely sweet. Almost too sweet, and he wondered how she was able to lick so much of it off of him. He hoped she wouldn't get sick later.
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Post by ALYSON MONTGOMERY on May 11, 2012 22:07:30 GMT -5
Her head was to the side, watching him, feeling suddenly so relaxed in his presence. He had started to make a move, allowed her to control the situation, and laughed alongside her. He looked so boyish when he laughed, and she tried to think if she’d seen this side of him yet. When she realized she had not, it filled her with a sort of happiness. She was oddly elated at the realization that she had lightened him up some. He was usually so moody or cocky or angry, but now.. now he was just a boy, laughing at himself and her. And in that moment she genuinely liked being there with him, and if given the option, she might even choose this over hanging at home or with friends or being at her parents house for Christmas.
Christmas… she tried not to think how sad the holidays would be, wanting to stay content in this rare moment with her captor. A moment that made her like him more than she dared to ever admit.
Her eyes followed him as he sat up, realizing their little moment was over when she noted the serious expression crease his face once again. She sighed, wishing they could rewind a minute and do it over again. Maybe she should be more playful with him. Alyson wasn’t exactly a playful person, though. She was moody and sarcastic, but oh how she’d enjoyed that sporadic moment.
"I hope you're not growing tired yet. We still have all night. I do believe there was a skateboard store downstairs. We could race." His finger was on her cheek and she felt the electricity of his tough for the first time, her stomach clenching as that finger slid into his mouth. She gulped and looked back at the half finished display and then Sebastian.
“You can skateboard?” She asked with disbelief. He didn’t seem the type and then shook her head. “I can’t use a skateboard. Rollerblades are my thing. Or...were. When I was, like, twelve. If they have those, you’re on.” She sat up and pushed up to her feet, brushing her ass off.
"But, you'll lose." She taunted with a smirk over her shoulder as she went back to the sex dolls. She opened a couple of the toys and placed them around the dolls, her dick necklace in her mouth again as she sucked the candy off.
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