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Kiss In The Dark

(III) Titles

    As I lifted my finger, I saw her breathing picking up. The shadow let go of her foot, it dropped to the floor and made a loud thud. The halfling crossed her legs tightly, refusing to even let a smidge of herself get within an eye's peak. While I stood up, I crossed my arms behind my back and looked up at the chandelier that dangled above the tub. I watched the lights dance across the room, calming me down from my moment of pure and unbroken lust. 

After basking in the light, I turned my gaze back down to the halfling. 

"I'm going to name you Lemon"

I told her, her reaction was uncaring. She looked down at the floor away from the tub. As she did so, she noticed that the strap from her bra was loose, her small finger pulled it back up to her shoulder.

"Why Lemon of all things?" 

she asked with a tired yet curious voice.

"Because you remind me of one. Your hair is bright and yellow and you're plump and round."

I answered.

"Are you saying I'm chubby?"

She interrogated me, covering her body up in shame.

"Whether you take it as an insult or not means nothing to me. I have my preferences, if you didn't fit them you wouldn't be here right now."

I expected my answer to offend her, but from the peaks of my vision, I could've swore that comment made her blush; or at least I would have seen it, had her face not been covered in dirt. 

"What's your name?"

She asked of me. One step closer to unveiling myself to her...I figured it would do no harm.

"You can call me Sonnet; though I am not one for poetry. It's a lifeless artform with no real value to my collection"  "I love poetry." "Well, you will find none here"

As she spoke to me, I bent down to stand her up. It seemed that regaining myself was all I needed to get her somewhat co-operative...I would have to keep this act up to scrub that filth off of her. 

My gloves hovered above her bra straps, keeping themselves in mid air while my left index finger tapped her shoulders.

"May I?"

I asked her, she was incredibly hesitant to reply. 

"How do I know you won't do something to me?"

She asked me before continuing.

"What happens when I fully expose myself to you- you said it yourself; you're a pervert who takes interest in me" 

she continued to pester me as she covered her breasts with her hands. 

"Do I seem like the sort of man who would force himself onto someone else?"

I questioned her, my hands now resting on her shoulders. She replied with a nod, if only she knew she had standards...

Most of the time.

"I'm pure." 

The mention of the word sent a shock up my spine; an untouched one? She was quite the find after all. 

"Lemon, I'm not going to ruin your worth. You can rest assured that I won't do anything"

I truthfully told her as my finger slipped it's way underneath the strap of her left shoulder, sliding it down. I felt her guard slipping as well; by the time this happened, the other strap was already down. Her nudeness was fully exposed. I saw the steam in the mirror clearing up. 

That bra was grossly under compensating

"But that doesn't mean I won't enjoy looking from time to time..."

I chuckled to myself as I took her wrist and guided her into the tub, she still looked incredibly uncomfortable at my presence. This was to be expected. 

"I'm not your toy"

She defiantly told me as her feet dipped into the water and she sunk down into the tub. Her hair floated to the top as I turned around and went to the mirror. Beside it was a large sponge and a square of densely packed soap made from herbs and honey. I walked back to the tub, and threw them into the bath. The water splashed against Lemon's face, agitating her. 

"No, but you are my property. As such, I will remain present to make sure you actually clean yourself...lest I do need to actually discipline you. You should be grateful that I'm even giving you a second chance." 

I reminded her as I crossed my arms against my chest, I held my head to the side and rested my palm against the side of the cracked masquerade mask. She side eyed me as she reached for the sponge and the soap. 

For every scrub, I was present, judging her movements; telling her all the spots she missed and all the minor details that her feeble eyes failed to pick up, by the time she was done; the water practically brown. I snapped my fingers, letting her know that I had been satisfied. I walked to the edge of the tub, offering my hand to help her out. As she stepped out, her long wet hair extended down her back and in between her glutes, the other half in the front covered her breasts. She looked down and held her hands against her woman hood. 

I stood there, gawking at the visage of her body before realizing that I had lost track of time. Another grin was forming underneath the visage of the masquerade owl. 

Lemon is pleasing to me.

"Hopefully you have something else for me to wear"

She commented; embarrassingly, I had nothing prepared for her. 

"My apologies, I would have had something for you, but I did not trust you to do what I said without my presence. Come, we will find something together."

I pointed towards the direction of the mirror, specifically to a stand where a folded towel was waiting. Lemon approached it, and wrapped it around her body. It was big enough to cover her completely; which I saw offered her some much needed comfort.

"Follow me"

I commanded as I opened the door out to the book room, she hesitantly followed as she held the towel tightly around her body, refusing to look me in the eye. As she stepped outside, I was reminded of the dirt trail she had made earlier. I looked back at the dirty and rundown rags she used to call clothes, and made a mental note to burn them later. 

At the same time though...my mind was clogged up with the visions of her body.

Maybe that mental note could wait.

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Kiss In The Dark

(II) Uncleanliness

When we returned to the manor, I could tell she was overwhelmed and defeated. Even as she stepped onto the perfectly black marble floor, I could see that her mind was still stuck in the dungeon. The dust and dirt from her unkept body was starting to stain the very spot she stood in.  Still though, this was not an excuse to make my floors dirty...

"Lets get you cleaned up and started with your first task. You smell like you haven't bathed in weeks"

I offered to her.

"Years"

She responded plainly to me. At the time I thought she was jesting, but after looking down at her and verifying her condition once more, I saw that there was truth to the statement she had made. I was taken aback by how someone could be so unclean. 

"All the more reason why you should be scrubbed down my dear; You can use the communal bathroom down the hall to the left. It's directly adjacent to the book room, right next to the fire place. When you are done, meet me back here. I shall give you thirty minutes with the amount of filth that is stuck to your skin." 

My orders were plain and simple; I checked the clock that hung between the foyer doors. It was fives minutes past nine; I noticed that she hadn't moved upon being given the order. It was so simple and easy to understand; how she could disobey it I had no clue.

"I am offering you a bath...Something you desperately need. Why are you not taking it?"

The question lingered amongst her ears, her silence was beginning to drive me insane. I looked at the clock; five seconds had passed.

Too long to respond.

I quickly corrected this behavior; in a manor that I feel would not be appropriate for a gentleman to describe.

"I am offering you to bathe yourself" 

I repeated, the bright red mark that my hand had made on her cheek stood out amongst her freckles. I watched her as she held herself up by the palms of her hands and kneecaps, face nearly touching the floor. 

"I'm not going to listen to someone who isn't going to treat me like a woman."

ARROGANT BITCH.

"You know- I can treat you like a woman if you wish. But that'd be doing you a disservice; so far I've been gentle because you are my property. However, if you wish to be something less valuable to me; then so be it."

All sense of patience had left me at the moment. From what I remember, I had snatched her hair and started to drag her forcefully to the bathroom. My grip was unrelenting; like a starving dog who had found the last morsel of meat in a dumpster. Her flailing wasn't an issue, it was her constant weak groans and those dirty disgusting hands on my suit! 

By the time we got to the door, I looked back and saw a wide trail of dirt and mud all over the tiled floor and the carpet of the book room. I was furious; I snatched the halfling up by her hair before opening the door and throwing her against the porcelain of the empty tub. When I saw it wobble, my soul nearly left the room; thankfully however it did not break. A moment of relief washed over me before I addressed the major problem in the room. 

"BATHE." "I-I'm not going to bathe with you in here"  "You weren't going to do so either way, so I don't think you have a choice"

I responded to her as I walked across the room to a leaking faucet without a wooden pale underneath. The water that passed through these pipes was heated by the boiler, as such, the steam from the heated water quickly covered the reflection of the standing mirror on the other side of the room. 

"You know, there are times when you just have to listen and do as you're told, or else you face far worse consequences."

With the pail in my hand, I made my way to the tub, pouring the water into it before returning to the faucet. 

"Consequences that are not comfortable; because they bring unwanted change-"

With every trip I made filling the water, I glanced at her through my mask, her fearful visage of me towering over her was different from that of the men I bought her from.

"Change is good; if you learn from the consequences, you won't have to face them again."

The final pour marked the end of my repetitive march to the faucet. I dropped the bucket to the right side of my body, and clenched my fist while staring down the arrogant halfling woman. Her fingers were locked, the trembling lips she had were begging me to not do this to her. Whether she had a strong resolve to show very little weakness, or if she severely lacked water, she produced no tears. I saw her biting and gnawing at her teeth, muttering small iterations of "please" at me. I saw the marks on her wrists from her captors; and I began to consider something else...my property was already damaged, I had no interest in damaging it further. 

The heat of the water was enough to burn her skin and leave a mark...but I didn't want to mark the entirety of her body. 

If I couldn't discipline her physically...at the very least there was mental discipline. 

Without a single warning, I reached for the collar of her disgusting tunic, sliding it past her shoulders. It was at this moment where she showed the most resistance, the woman backed up after a loud gasp and fell backwards onto the floor. 

"Stop it- STOP. This is where I draw the line!"

Was this the fighting spirit that had been buried underneath that pathetic display earlier?

Exciting.

"You don't make any boundaries in my domicile. As I am your new master; you shall be at the beckon of my command. No matter the request, you will obey me."

My hands reached for her once more. Her small legs kicked at me, giving me the opportunity to grab her ankle and pull her closer. Once she was close, I wasted no time. I tore apart her disgusting clothing and stripped her down to her undergarments. Even as she was almost naked, she still continued to struggle. That was until I made a mark on the other side of her cheek. The woman immediately let out a shriek of pain before reaching up to hold her cheek. She stared at me in complete anguish and defeat as her lips started to tremble again. The strap of her brown bra fell down her shoulder as her eye lids fell closed. 

I saw the first tear fall down to her chin, drip down her neck, and trail between her breasts. One of her nipples had slipped past the security of her bra. I could see the bright pink color...my eyes started to wonder as I smiled underneath the mask; I saw her chubby stomach and plump thighs being advertised to me unknowingly. The panties she wore....they were in the way....

Teasing me.

I couldn't resist.

As I reached to remove them, I saw that she made no effort to prevent me from doing so. As I slid them off slowly. Guiding them past her knees, slowly pulling past her ankles- I was caught off guard.

One of her feet had kicked my mask, nearly cracking it completely. Before another strike could be made; a hand manifested from my shadow, catching her foot mid-kick. As I moved my head back down. I saw the awe in her face turn into defeat. It seemed a part of my true nature had been unveiled to her.

"What are you-"

I raised a single finger to my unseen lips, asking her to keep quiet politely. The same finger placed itself between her chest, running down her stomach and resting just above the spot...the spot that I would come to learn she loved to be played with the most.

My answer was quite simple but brash.

"A pervert."

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Kiss In The Dark

(I) The Broken One

    To say she was an interesting choice would be an understatement; I'm a creature of fine and exotic taste after all. The thing that drew my interest towards her was how she had the fighting spirit of a rabid wolf trapped in the body of meager pooch. I remember the day like the shadows on my walls; always there, always lingering.

I remember what I was wearing. A nice lavender button up long-sleeved, coupled with a black vest and pants. As per the usual, I had wore white gloves. The masquerade mask I had chosen for the day was the visage of a silver owl. I refused to leave my home in the daylight; it would reveal myself to those who I don't want to see me. I hate unwanted visitors...

But her? she was the opposite. She looked pathetic next to the others. Her pale blonde hair was frizzled and in a mess, her skin dirty and unwashed; I could see the dirt piling underneath her finger nails. Underneath her green eyes were the darkest shadows I had ever seen on a face, she looked like she had lost more than three days worth of rest. She was not even dressed properly; a broken product that the investors had no interest of selling before they could fix it. 

Truthfully at the time, I was considering the other options. While I waved my torch examining the other products, my mind could not stop conceiving the broken one. The beautiful ones; the ones that were ready for sale just did not appeal to me...they had already been tamed, already been propped up as a generic item. 

The other one though; oh she was special. There's something that many tend to forget; what's so beautiful about a blank canvas is that you can shape it anyway you want.

"Are you going to make your selection?"

One of the investors requested of me, his voice echoed through the hood of his brown robe and reverbed off the stone walls. I responded with a nod, and waved the flame of the torch towards the face of the broken one. She was so tired, she responded to the glare in her face much too late, as if she were a snail caught in the tracks of a coach wagon.

"Are you sure about her sir? There are others worth much more for your coin. Besides, there are no negotiations for price in this business." 

"I assure you, I am making a sound decision with this one. She will be worth more come due time." 

I informed him. 

"Very well, let us see to your purchase then."

As the agreement was made, the investor reached into his robe to pull out an iron key, he pushed it into the shackles that confined the product's wrist. When they fell down to her lap, I saw that they were a bright red, almost as much as an apple. The investor grabbed hold of her by her wrist, forcefully pulling her up and dragging her along. As she finally stood up, I saw that her stature was short; the pointed ears and hair that covered her shins and ankles let me know that she was a halfling woman- something I was not expecting at the time. 

While her captor guided her down the long and dark corridor, she could be heard grunting quietly and vainly attempting to pull her arm away from him. 

Unacceptable behavior.

A part of me felt something I had not felt in a long time a feeling of pure excitement. Every attempt to pull away, trying so desperately to run- let me know that I was in for quite the experience. I felt the rush of an artist, eagerly waiting to brush away on the blank canvas; molding it into the perfect masterpiece. I felt....

LUST.

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Wtf are these checkmarks?

Just saw a user with a green and blue check mark. Don't know wtf they mean, but I know damn well it's nothing good. Just going to block every user who has one just to keep my sanity while I'm scrolling.

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I really think you should pick this one back up; I was really looking forward to this one.

This is a comic project I’m among others. Why-f is pronounce “Wife”, is about an alien pretty much

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Not a reddit refugee. Here from 4chan (/out/ specifically), I like keeping an open mind so I'm just here to make friends. Figured that since reddit was shitting the bed now would be good time to interact with both communities at once

Okay now someone give me a quick rundown of what to expect here.