Darhk Dealings [M-Rated]

Kara had been enjoying her new position as Advisor to the Kage. It afforded her a lot of power, and power was, well, intoxicating. And that was saying something, as Kara knew very well what it meant to be intoxicated. She’d been mostly unsurprised by Azuma’s request of her services, they’d been close for some time, and while she wasn’t a combatant - she did understand strategy, Azuma had seen that with his own eyes. It did mean that her attention was now divided four way though; between her duties as a doctor, running the Stag Emporium, advising the new Kage and her own. . . personal interests. Were it anyone else with lesser mental stamina she doubted they’d be able to keep up, but she had no such concerns.

After processing a series of requests from her suite at the Stag, she had made her way over to the Wind Dome. It was a ridiculously hot day, as usual, and that meant that Kara of course did not dress for the weather. Her deep red silken gown was in direct contrast to the emerald green parasol she carried with her, her savior from the scorching rays that threatened to damage her pale skin. As she walked towards the glass domed offices she regretted tying her hair up as tightly as she had that day, there was a bit of a breeze and she thought it would have felt quite refreshing to have it blow through her long blonde hair. She would sigh with impatience as she moved towards the entryway, knowing that she couldn’t do anything about it now. She’d strangely become more pampered since moving in to her suite at the Stag Emporium, a far cry from the caravans she’d found herself in most of her life.

With a nod to the guards at the front doors she passed through into the building proper, her heels clicking sharply on the floor as she headed to a desk filled with papers and placed her ivory handled parasol in a small basket next to it. Today was going to be a long one, there was much that needed going over. Accounting and trade requests, supply notes for the military and the village as a whole. As it stood Sunagakure was doing well, despite its outward appearance, but the delicate balance of any large gathering of people and items was sure to fail without constant monitoring. Catching the eye of a random staff member she inquired about the possibility of tea before taking a seat and sifting through papers before her.  

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Damien's arrival in the land of wind would not be something that was missed, even a blind man would hear the road of the shuttles engine as it flew overhead. It was but one of the many things he could offer the village hidden in the sand, and he hoped they could provide him with what he was after. While he could of had the pilot fly the shuttle straight to the administration building of the village, Damien felt as though that could cause problems he wasn't wishing to make. Instead the male ordered the pilot to land in front of the main gates of the village, there Damien and Saburo would disembark from the shuttle. While the male would have preferred to bring Zhu Li with him instead of Saburo, with this being such a long journey from the land of lightning he needed someone he could trust to run the company while he was away to ensure he did not come back to Moonspire burned to the ground. Saburo was a well built man much more toned than Damien himself, his appearance however would be hidden behind his Mask and his clothing would be that of the Darhk Industries Employee Uniform. As they approached the gates the guards would stop them of course, however after Damien explained who he was four of them would escort him to the Administration Building. Zhu Li had sent the paperwork long before this journey, their arrival would be expected the possibility of business opportunity oftentimes had ways of opening doors. The escort did not bother the male, after all it was an unknown village to him having never been there before and he could easily get lost on his own. He could feel the eyes of the village upon him as he walked, though maybe it was more towards Saburo. The seven foot tall mountain wearing all black and a demon mask following a man wearing a business suit complete with a trenchcoat, was not something you would see in the desert everyday. It was a pleasant looking village, with people running various shops no different than Kumo or Konoha. It was something that Damien was beginning to realize during his business ventures, despite all the differences between the villages there is one thing that remained constant. Everyone bends to the power of the almighty Ryo, whether it was in the desert or the mountains Ryo ruled over all.

Arriving at the administration building, the escort would take the pair straight to the office of the Kage and knocked on the door awaiting permission for entry. Damien would inhale a deep breath as he mentally prepared himself to deal with yet another village official and hopefully walk away from this richer than he already was

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There was a mountain of paperwork to go through, just when Kara thought she’d gotten through it all there was always more. There was a good deal more to consider about running a village than a business and it was taking more of her time than she would like. It did afford her a lot of respect and power, and had the added bonus of putting her in close proximity to Azuma frequently, but it was a lot to deal with. To say that she was overwhelmed would be a stretch. She was more than capable of handling whatever stressors were sent her way, it just would be nice to have a distraction once in a while. She had become used to a less intellectually intense lifestyle since moving to Sunagakure, which in some ways had been frustrating but oh boy did she like the thought of a long bath.

Just when she was starting to feel restless her head would snap up from her desk as she heard a knock at the door. She was uneasy as she was sure that Azuma did not have any appointments, but with Shinobi - who ever knew? Taking a moment to place the more sensitive documents in front of her to the bottom of the pile she would clear her throat and call out. “Enter” was all she said, she wasn’t some hapless assistant after all, if whoever was on the other side could knock, then they could open the door as well. She realized that if it were someone who wished harm on the Kage there was little she could do to stop them. Not that anyone had tried since Azuma  had stepped into power. But it was a concern and she didn’t want to find herself in the way of some overpaid assassin. So she would rise from her seat, smoothing the wrinkles from her dress and move to the side of the furthest from the door she expected someone to come through, she wasn’t fast or strong, but maybe if she at least wasn’t in the way she’d be fine.

Damien was surprised to hear a woman's voice on the other side of the door, all of his information pointed to the Kazekage being a male. Still it was information that he did not gather himself, so it was possible it could had been wrong. The Sunagakure Shinobi that knocked on the door would open it peaking his head in slightly, "Damien Darhk to see you ma'am." Was all the man would say before stepping back and motioning for Damien to enter. As Damien entered the office his heart jumped slightly at the sight of the woman, she was extremely beautiful and her amber eyes were like glistening gems against her fair skin. Saburo would move to enter the room behind Damien but the male would hold his hand up to stop him, "That is ok Saburo, I don't believe your services will be needed in here. You can wait at the door." With that said Damien would move forward into the room, Saburo would simply nod before closing the door. Damien had little doubt that the Neanderthal was now blockading the door and would not allow anyone near it, after all his job was to protect Damien and if the door was the only way in the office then he would defend it from all comers.

Damien wouldn't speak at first, simply watching the woman as if he was drinking her appearance in as he approached the paper covered desk to take a seat in the chair in front of it. Sitting in the chair he look into the woman's beautiful amber eyes and smile, "If I had known I would be meeting such a beautiful woman I would have brought you a gift, however my informants told me that the Kage was a male. I do not see how such a lovely creature such as yourself could ever be mistaken for a man, and will fire the one who reported such." His voice would be calm and soothing as he began flirting with the woman sitting at the desk, it was always good to start a conversation on a light side. However in this case he wasn't just saying it for business, the woman was a true beauty and she deserved to hear someone say it to her. Of course if the woman knew the man at all she might not find it so much as a compliment, considering he flirted with every woman he met. Still there was something different about this one, something about women with power just seemed to have an effect on the man. "I trust you know why I am here?" If the woman had received the paperwork Zhu Li sent over it would explain it all, Damien was looking to expand his business and open a shop within Sunagakure allowing them purchases of goods from Darhk Industries as well as allow them to buy shares in his company if they wished for an additional revenue for income. However it would all be decided in this room, his business with Kumogakure helped start his company, his business with Konohagakure helped get his airships off the ground. But his desire for business with Sunagakure was more personal than that, they held secrets that he needed for his research and he would do whatever it took to get it.

As the guard introduced the guest, she would nod to him, a silent gesture of permission. The name he spoke rang a bell, and she would glance down at the pile of papers knowing that she had just been looking at that name. She didn’t have time to look for it though as the man himself would enter the room, closely followed by someone who she assumed to be a bodyguard. She recognized the look of loyalty in the second man’s eyes as he nodded in acquiescence and remained outside as he was ordered to. Once the door closed she passed her attention over to the man in front of her, Damien Darhk. He was an attractive looking man, finely dressed and with a calculating intelligence she was not used to seeing in anything but a mirror. He observed her form just a touch too long, and Kara knew then that she most likely could use that to her advantage. She was not unused to the attention, she carefully curated her appearance to encourage it. She found that most dealings became easier when men were off their guard.

She would smile and gesture towards him and the chair in front of her desk while slowly sitting back in her own seat, methodically smoothing her skirts as she sat. His comment about her being the Kage amused her greatly, she certainly wasn’t, but she had been in need of a distraction so for now she would let the ruse play out. “Don’t be too hard on the poor thing. Good help is quite hard to find after all.” She would laugh as she spoke, a pleasant noise, like the sound of far off chimes. His brazen flirting was appreciated of course, she was quite vain, but it was a bit more high society that she normally saw out here in the desert, and it told a deeper story of the man’s nature and intentions. She imagined that he would not be flirting quite so much if it were Azuma that he was treating with. Although the image of Damien attempting to flirt with the actual Kage tickled her. Taking a moment to sift through the papers in front of her she would pull out the missive regarding Damien’s arrival, meticulously re-squaring the stack of letters and bills and notes before choosing to answer his question. While she was eager to speak on his requests, she also knew it was important to show her control over the situation.

“Yes, here it is. Darhk Industries.” She would pretend to look it over, leaning forward casually as she did so to allow the briefest glimpse of her curves. She couldn’t be certain that this tactic would work on this particular person, though in fairness he had started the game and she was curious which of them would win this standoff. She nearly always did, except once - but considering she was now in charge of that man’s business it seemed that it had eventually gone in her favor. “I have the name of your company, and your name of course. But beyond that I know little of either. Perhaps you could indulge me in sharing tea, or something stronger if you prefer and we can discuss your future here.” She would place the letter back down on the desk and pick up a tiny silver coloured bell and ring it once. She knew very well who he was and what his company dealt in, however she had no need to show her hand just yet, it was one thing to know the facts of a situation, it was quite another to see how someone else spun them.

Damien knew as soon as he saw her shift her body that he had probably stared too long at her, though rather than getting upset about it she seemed to encourage it. It would seem this one liked the attention, which was a far cry from other women in positions of power Damien had dealt with. Most wanted to be seen for their position not their gender, and yet this beautifully curved Kage was flaunting it. It wasn't as if she was acting like a lady of the evening, no she held an elegance to her, a sophistication as if it was an art form. It was a breath of fresh air to the male, and seeing more of her body only increased his heart rate. He had always found women of power to be a turn on, but this was more than that. There was more to this one compared to the others, a complexity that was not there with others he had dealt with. It's possible that this was her way of getting the upper hand in the coming discussion, but frankly Damien did not care as he could not tear his eyes away from her. When she spoke it was like angels singing to his ear, her voice just as beautiful as the rest of her. The male would simply nod at her words of not being to hard on his Subordinate, though that was the furthest thing from his mind. He would sit silently watching her as she found the form and straighten the papers on her desk, lean forward as she read the paper giving Damien an even better view of her. He wished the desk wasn't between them, because then he would be able to see all of her better. Though he would not try something like suggesting that, even if the woman was enjoying him looking at her he couldn't let himself forget why he was here. There would be plenty of time for other things if and when they do business together, but for now he would just enjoy the view he had. It wasn't until the woman rang the bell that Damien snapped out of his day dream of the woman, realizing she had offered him a drink. "Ah, yes. Well I'm not much for Tea I prefer stronger things such as sake or whiskey, Mi Lady." Damien would reply to her inquiry of something to drink, "I am a man of simple pleasures really, until I walked through that door I would have said I'm here for two reasons. Money, and information. However now I find myself liking something else about this country." His eyes would narrow as he said the last part, looking not at her body this time but into her eyes. No matter how nice the view of her body was, it was the eyes that drew the man in. The windows to the soul and Damien couldn't help but feel that there was something about her, something familiar almost yet he couldn't put his finger on it. Damien would push his thoughts of her to the side the best he could, to try to focus on the reasons he was here. "I am looking to expand my company Darhk Industries by opening a shop here in the village, this of course would require an investment though buying of shares on your part. To ensure cooperation, so that I do not have to worry about my shop being destroyed. With those shares you would have something to lose if that were to happen, and what I can offer the village is beyond what any normal man can offer." The male's eyes would narrow as the thought of what he would like to do to her popped in his head, "I am not a fighter, I am a builder. I work with my mind and my hands to create, I can help bring Sunagakure into the future and keep them in the technology race with the other villages. Everything has a price, and I can give you anything your heart desires. All I ask in return is payment for my services, through both money and information that I have heard rumors that you and your village possess." Damien wouldn't reveal just what information it was he was interested in just yet, nor the fact about his AirShips that he could offer in return for it. He wanted to gauge her reaction to his words and see where her interests were before he revealed everything he could do for the village.

Kara could see that Damien was just a slight touch distracted, which was absolutely perfect. She would smile demurely at his suggestion of something stronger to drink, she had been hoping he’d say something like that. If it were at all reasonable Kara would drink sake all day, for the most part she had relegated time for that in the evenings and usually in the comfort of her home. To say she was pleased about his choice would be an understatement. “An excellent choice, one after my own heart.” She would say with a chuckle then turning to speak to the man who entered the room once she’d rung the small bell. “A bottle of chilled sake for our guest and two glasses please.” The plainly dressed man would nod and exit the room through a small side door.

Turning her attention back to the finely dressed man across the desk from her she would bring her hand up to her chin gracefully as though contemplating something. “Three things now. How very. . . bold.” There was no accusation in her voice, rather a hint of flirtatiousness. She would catch his gaze with her honey coloured eyes and keep her eyes fixed on his. This man was no fool, that much she knew. What had caught her attention though was his comment of ‘information.’ A savvy businessman from Kumogakure was an unlikely one to be trading in information. Though she herself, a businesswoman and doctor was also the advisor to the Kage and the leading contributor to the black market - so who was she to judge.  

She would listen attentively at the man’s pitch. It was a good one, though a less observant person might have missed the main point. Clearly he wanted to make money, that was not an issue; who didn’t? But it was somewhat telling that he focused on payment in information again, making her eyes narrow almost imperceptibly for a second. She had yet to encounter a spy, she’d heard of them of course, but she had no experience with it. As a naturally suspicious person it was where her mind would go initially. She would have to tread carefully however, if he were a spy of some sort, it was also just as possible that he had some skill with combat. His insistence that he wasn’t a fighter made that seem all the more likely. If she were going to infiltrate another village, this is probably exactly how she would do it. Lay on the flattery, be charming perhaps even seductive and offer a business opportunity that held just enough honesty in it to seem above reproach.

Kara would adjust herself in her chair, leaning both forearms across the desk in front of her, preparing to reply. Just as she was about to speak, a soft knock was heard from the side door and the man from earlier would enter with a tray filled with the requested sake and a small plate of sweets. The nameless man would set down the tray and carefully fill the two waiting glasses, after which Kara would nod to him and murmur a ‘thank you’. Waiting until the man had left and securely closed the door, she would rise from her seat and move around to the side of the desk picking up the glasses and passing one to Damien. Her own cup would be cradled in both hands as she half sat, half leaned against the desk only a foot or so away from her guest. “Please drink, no need to stand on ceremony.” She would raise her cup to her lips and take a sip, her eyes never leaving his form. She had been unfortunately interrupted by the servant, but now she was toying with the man’s patience. Seeing just how long it would take before he became impatient with her lack of reply.

She would finish her glass before speaking again, a subtle mischievous twinkle in her eyes. “Darhk Industries.” She would begin, setting her glass down and pouring another while offering to refill his glass should it have been even slightly emptied. “Of course, seeing as you’ve come here you know that Sunagakure is the trade capital of the Land of Wind. And like any good businesswoman I would not be inclined to turn down the chance to make a profit. Tell me though, what is it exactly that Darhk Industries does? What do you make, what do you sell. I’m not asking for trade secrets, merely. . . transparency. And while I am aware that our village is not known for it, we do have standards that must be met.” She would smile as she slung her barb, hoping to mitigate the potential insult of her words. She’d been so involved in the workings of the village lately that she’d almost forgotten the fun that could be had at a business meeting.

Quaffing her second glass she would twist so that her upper body faced him fully, leaning her hand that held her now empty cup, the position allowing the silk of her skirts to clearly outline her ample hips. “Trading in information I’ve heard is a somewhat dangerous profession. You’ll have no judgement from me, but it does beg the question; if you are not as you say a fighter, then how is it that you’ve been successful in such an endeavour? You look. . .” She would pause and very obviously look him up and down. “. . . more than capable. Perhaps there’s more to you than it would seem.” She would let her words hang in the air, giving him another flirtatious smile and leaning to fill her third glass.

Damien wouldn't even notice the man that entered the room at the ring of the bell, he had no intention of taking his eyes off the woman. He would nod with a smile at the woman's words about being bold, truth be told it was more that he was blunt. If he saw something he like or wanted, he was sure to let it be known even if he still tried to maintain a professional decorum. He watched as she adjusted herself, but just before she spoke a knock would come to the door. Damien would keep his eyes on the woman as the man sat the tray down and left, the male's heart leapt when he saw the woman stand. Finally he would get a look at all of her, he thought to himself though his face would hide his inner excitement. He would drink in her perfect form as she rounded the desk and poured two glasses, it was exceptionally beautiful and just as intoxicating as the woman's facial features. Damien could tell the woman was smart and sophisticated, making the attraction he felt towards her all the more prominent than it would be if she was just a pretty face. He could see him actually enjoying conversations with her, not just the satisfaction of the flesh but of the mind as well. "Thank you, Mi Lady" Damien would reply as he took the glass she offered him, he didn't mind waiting to continue their conversation as if gave him more time to simply look at her and some of the best business happened after a few drinks were shared. The male would watch as she drank her glass following suit as if racing her to see who would finish their glass first. She would win, though only by a few milliseconds. The male would hold up his glass allowing her to fill it as she spoke, once filled he would begin drinking as she spoke his eyes watching her from around the glass until it was gone. As she turned her body towards him, a smile would form on his face both from her words and the thought of him holding those hips. He would smile when the woman asked how he had been successful in his endeavor of trading information, he enjoyed her looking him over almost as much as he enjoyed looking at her and the bulge in his pants would say as much. He would lift his own empty glass as Kara went to fill hers again, quietly just watching her. He half wondered how well she could hold her sake, and how long before he drank her under the table or she cut her self off as Ryuko did. For Damien alcohol was his favorite drink since his first taste at the age of eight, a celebration of his genius with his father selling the boys first design and starting Darhk Industries. Since that day he would drink alcohol anytime business was conducted, he has built up quite a tolerance allow him to be able to drink most under the table in competitions and still be able to function.

Damien would let the silence left by Kara linger in the air, while he began drinking his third glass. Once done he would let his arms rest on each side of the chairs armrests, "I have been successful because I always make it a point to be the smartest man in the room. As for my looks, my muscles are merely the result of years spent working with my hands and perfecting my craft. You might find me to be capable of many things, Mi Lady" The male would reply with a smile while twirling his empty glass slightly, his tone soft as he spoke to her though left vague enough that it could be translated to mean a wide variety of different meanings. He made a point to say smartest man in the room to signify that he did not think he was smarter than her or that he thought she was less than him, just as he didn't twirl his glass expecting her to fill it. It was all about figuring the woman out, what kind of host she was and what kind of services she was interested in. "I also find that money has a way of opening doors that would otherwise remain closed, and then there's always Saburo." Damien would pause pointing behind him at the door, "My man Saburo, may be dumber than a box of rocks but I trust him with my life. Why? Because I pay him to protect my life with his own, and I pay him well. Truth be told he was the first man that was sent to kill me." Damien would laugh slightly before standing and lifting his shirt and vest, his well toned abs would have a single large scar on his abdomen on the left side not far from his heart. "The brute would have killed me with the second blow, but then I told him I would pay him double what they were paying him if they he brought me their heads." Damien finished lowering his shirt back down, and taking another drink if Kara had filled his empty glass for the fourth time. He didn't have to say the rest, the fact that Saburo was now working for Damien would say it all. The fact that he paid a man to kill for him would also speak to his character, as well as tell what happened to those that crossed him.

"Everyone has a price, Mi Lady" he would add after finishing his drink once more, allowing the words to linger as he moved towards her. If the woman didn't step away from him they would be almost touching as he leaned forward to place the glass down on the desk next to her, he would step back wishing he could have lingered near her longer but he did not want to press his luck. "You ask for transparency, I can give you that. Outside your village walls sits what I call a shuttle, an airship that allows traveling far easier than any other means of transportation. I also have airships of war, chakra cannons, defenses for villages, I have drones that you can manipulate through chakra and cast jutsu through as a medium. My company can make anything and everything from the simple to the complex, we have a pharmaceutical department capable of making anything from medicines to poisons and everything in between. I have a business relationship with both Kumogakure and Konohagakure, and I wish to do similar business with you. I can also offer you shares in my company that will earn the village extra income, as well as offer job opportunities to the people of Sunagakure." Damien could go on and on with a laundry list of things that he had to offer, however he did not wish to bore her. So instead he would move on to what he was wanting in return, "I am a man of science, research, and creation. What I seek other than the comfort of a good woman and money is knowledge, I have heard rumors of Human Puppets." The male's eyes would narrow as he gauged the woman's reaction now that he was getting to why he was here, "I have heard it's a closely guarded secret of your people, among other things. I wish to learn more about it if that is possible, I believe it can help me in my research." Damien would finish picking up the bottle of sake and pouring himself his fifth glass before returning to his seat, awaiting the woman's response to his answer to her questions.

Kara was having fun. The man before her was clearly comfortable flirting back, and as Kara observed his form she noted that he seemed to be enjoying the exchange. She was pleased to see she hadn’t lost her touch when it came to being. . . inspiring. His comment about being capable was not lost on her, and she would smile seductively at him. “I believe you. You look. . . very. . . capable.” The pitch of her voice lowered slightly as she spoke. He did look both capable and, well, delicious. She imagined she would probably enjoy discovering what exactly he was capable of. But she was here for a purpose, and that purpose was to ensure the best interests of the village. So with some regret she would bring her focus back to his words and draw her eyes away from his body. Which would have even been successful had he not chosen the next moment to stand and reveal his torso to her. He was beautiful, no question of that - and the scar somehow made him all the more alluring to her. The doctor in her examined the healed wound, and her hand would reach out towards it instinctively. He probably should have died from it, a testament to the skill of whoever tended the wound. “You’re a lucky man Damien. And it seems you’ve acquired a faithful servant. At least as long as he’s paid.” There was humour in her voice as she spoke of Saburo. She was not against the idea of mercenaries, they had their uses. For her though she found that true loyalty, the kind bought with affection and trust, was more effective and longer lasting. She never feared that Azuma or Kensai would ever turn on her for a higher price, the connection she’d forged was deeper than money.

His story of Saburo was telling of his character though. And it did make him more intriguing and also potentially more dangerous, which in itself was thrilling. A man who had no qualms about ordering the death of those in his way was sitting in front of her asking to set up shop in Sunagakure. She could fault him for it, she’d done the same after all, but it made her wonder what Azuma would think of it.  Next to her the actual Kage was. . . kinder. Less cutthroat. Less inclined to bouts of cold blooded murder in order to gain the upper hand. It was one of the things she adored about him.

Damien’s comment about everyone having a price brought her thoughts back to the present and she would nod in agreement. His closeness to her caused her to shiver, she wasn’t entirely sure that she was winning anymore. They were almost touching, she could feel the heat from his body and rather than pull back she would lean closer still, her mouth to his ear. “Everyone does have a price. The discovery of that price is what I find the most enjoyable. The quest to unravel a person, learn what makes them tick so to speak, it’s. . . well I suppose I find it thrilling.” The last word was spoken just above a whisper, her lips very nearly grazing the man's ear, leaving no doubt as to its double meaning. She would allow him to step back, she knew full well that the hope of something was a better drug than the thing itself. There was nothing she enjoyed more than being the smartest person in the room, it was almost a point of pride. Knowing a person better than they knew themselves gave her a good deal of power and leverage. Her only regret often was that she had no one to explain it to, the cleverness and wit that it took to learn such things. Most of her dealings had involved a level of intelligence that would be lost on most were she to retell it. Okane had been a man that could appreciate it, and perhaps even this man before her. There was an intelligence in his eyes, a craftiness in his words that she recognized and appreciated.

She would fill her glass again as she considered his offer, holding it pressed to her lips without actually consuming it, balanced precariously on the edge of the desk. She could do most of that herself, but she also understood the importance of competition when it came to business. She rather liked the idea of this finely dressed man having a reason to return to Sunagakure, and she couldn’t see any reason to bar him from his goals. Taking another sip she idly wondered how long it would be until the effects of the sake hit the man, she was quite used to imbibing. She’d developed an incredible tolerance over the years due to her style of dealing with business, a necessity when alcohol was the easiest way to ply information from your clients. “That sounds perfectly fine, you will have competition but I’m sure you knew that. I would be very interested in seeing your shuttle firsthand, perhaps you could take me to it once we’ve finished here. I would of course be more than happy to show you around the village if you would like. Unless you already knew where you would like to break ground?” He might have already picked out a spot for his business, she could see that kind of confidence in him. He probably knew exactly where he wanted to set up shop, might have already sent ahead work orders to begin. He wasn’t asking for anything untowards, and it was something that would help to diversify the economy in the village.  

His last request was not surprising, but it was shocking. She would raise an eyebrow at the words ‘human puppets’ and consume her glass of sake. So now they were to the heart of it. She suspected something like this, some ulterior motive to his coming here. She had thought it was espionage, and in a way it was - he was not misinformed. It was a closely guarded secret. How he had come up knowledge of it was something she would need to learn eventually. It was something she had a vested interest in - making puppets. With her skill it would be a simple matter, but it was not yet something she had attempted. It was beyond a doubt an incredibly potent artistry, but there were many who viewed it as. . . unnatural. Disrespectful of the dead, vile, evil. The list went on. Kara had been attempting to discover the true nature of the shinobi for many years, and all of her experiments had to be done in secret. She did not know of anyone who would not find her studies morally repugnant. Until perhaps, now. The wheels in her mind began turning with the possibilities, her eyes narrowing as she attempted to reach into the man's mind and extract his intentions through her gaze. Her manner changed, her voice more commanding as she straightened and she moved to the front of the desk, standing directly in front of him and leaning on both hands - her glass long forgotten. “I believe we should discuss things further. But not here. Walk with me.” She wouldn’t wait for a reply before turning and collecting her parasol from beside the desk. There were too many people here that she couldn’t trust, her lab was better suited to discussions of this nature.

Damien would feel a chill run down his spine as the woman whispered in his ear, she had surprised him by stepping even closer to him. Feeling her breath upon his ears, it took everything he had not to act upon the animalistic nature raging inside of him and step back. They were both playing the same game, and he was on the verge of losing it. It was rare to find someone so attractive, smart, able to hold their alcohol, while at the same time welcoming flirting such as this. This woman was a mystery to Damien, never before had he encountered such an enchantress. If he didn't know better he would have thought he was under a Genjutsu of hers, but the way she reacted to him was real. At least he thought, Damien would push down the lust he felt for the woman growing inside him, returning to the task at hand and delivering his business purposal. Watching the woman press the glass to her lips, Damien half wished he was the glass. His daydream would be interrupted with the woman's question of breaking ground, in truth he had picked a spot but that went out the window when he saw her. "Competition is fine, though I find there are few that can truly compete with me in most areas." His words spoken softly and with little concern for actual competition, though he would gladly welcome it as competition had a way of making things more interesting and not just in the business world. "I would be happy to show you the shuttle in person, and I can show you the blueprints of the others. As far as where to break ground... I had a few thoughts. However, I would be discontent if I were to miss out on the chance to have your company when I am here. I would enjoy to explore your village more with your company, and you can advise me where I would be able to see you the most when I come to check on the shop."  Damien would reply, his eyes telling the seriousness of his words. If he was going to be in Suna, being able to see her on a regular basis without having to travel far from the shop would be the determining factor as to where the shop would end up.

Damien could see the shift in the woman's demeanor when he mentioned human puppets, it told him everything he needed to know. The first, it told him that the rumors of it's existence were true. The second thing it told him was, it was indeed a closely guarded secret that she wasn't expecting an outsider such as himself to know about it. He would watch as the woman's eyes narrowed staring intensely at him, meeting her stare with his eyes as if like him she was someone who wished to understand and possibly solve that which had plagued the world, the human condition. If she was like him, a person of science, then a contract with Suna just became all the more valuable to the male not to mention the fact that this Kage truly was the woman of his dreams. Damien wouldn't question the woman as she commanded him to walk with her, a woman of power was severely arousing to the male. If he had not lost the game they had been playing by this point, then he had now. Despite his objection to authority and being his own boss subject to none, beautiful commanding women would always hold sway over him in one way or another. He would follow Kara to the end of the earth if need be. The male would stand without a word as the woman grabbed her parasol and offer his right arm to the woman if she was so inclined, ready to go wherever she took him without objection.

Kara fully expected the man to follow her, it wasn’t even a question in her mind. Rarely did she not get exactly everything that she wanted, for her it was simply a matter of conviction. She didn’t ask, she took and the world bent to her will. And as she expected when she had her parasol in hand and had turned back towards Damien he was standing and waiting for her, the crook of his arm offered to her. She had possibly made a mistake in revealing her knowledge of human puppets, but there was an intelligence in this man that made her suspect he would make a fine ally in her less. . . moral endeavours. She had long sought the opportunity to fully explore the capabilities of chakra when applied to the workings of medicine. And it sounded to her like Damien was at least interested in those possibilities. Kara would look at the man’s outstretched arm and slowly thread her own arm to lock with his, looking into the man’s silver coloured eyes and holding his gaze while she adjusted herself against him. She would accidentally stand too close, pressing her bare arm gently into his muscled one, murmuring her appreciation. “Thank you Damien dear.” She had to fight back a shiver as they touched, even though she was winning their game, she was by no means immune to its effects and she was finding it difficult to remain professional as close as she was to him. From this distance the subtle scent of the man’s cologne mixed with her own perfume creating an intoxicating miasma of sweet and spicy musk. With considerable effort she would tear her eyes away from him and direct her attention to the door, taking a step and expecting her would follow her lead. She would tap on the door with her parasol as she didn’t have a free hand and didn’t trust her voice to call out without a hint of the desire she felt in it.  

As the doors opened she would lead them both through the building and into the hot sun, opening her parasol and positioning it to protect her milky white skin as they crossed the threshold into the burning light of day. Her intended destination was her lab in the lower levels of the Stag Emporium, it was her sanctuary and she didn’t often bring people into it. Perhaps it was the thrill of secrecy, or the feel of his body close to hers but she felt she could make an exception for the incredibly handsome man that she was now escorting through the village. The fifteen story glass and steel building that sat near the center of the village was impossible to miss, most would assume that she was merely doing yet another business deal. And nothing would seem amiss or out of the ordinary, she was frequently found hosting merchants and businessmen and the like and she was sure that most of the village would have no suspicions about her dealings. She had engineered it that way after all. The cleanest way to rise about suspicion was to have a routine that in itself was suspicious; it ensured that no one would be able to tell the difference when it mattered.

As they walked she would point to various things; the greenhouses and rivers that she and Okane had constructed, the marketplace and the hospital. All very normal, somewhat boring things. She was attempting to distract herself from the growing attraction she felt to her current companion. “We’re fairly innovative here, and we certainly encourage the sciences. I believe you will be a welcome addition to our village. As you can see. . .” she would gesture to the building they were walking towards with a nod of her head, “. . . we highly value modernization. It’s all well and good to live in stone houses, but with a little vision and effort so much more can be accomplished.” Having travelled in a caravan and lived in tents until very recently she had been ecstatic at the addition of such a modern building to the village. It had made many of the things she enjoyed that much easier, the damage from the sun and the harsh weather were not a concern while she was safe within the Stag’s walls.

Approaching the glass doors a uniformed man greeted her with a nod and smile. “Good afternoon Miss Kara.” He was informal as always, but she couldn’t fault him for it, he was just a doorman after all. She would nod politely and lead Damien through the door the man held open for them, only lowering her parasol once she was safely indoors. The lobby they stood in was sleek and filled with comfortable furniture with a few plants dotted around to make it seem more inviting, all light colours and sparkling glass. There was a central desk with a young woman sitting at it going through papers, off to the side there were several closed doors, a staircase on one side and an elevator on the other. Reluctantly Kara would release Damien’s arm, her fingers dragging along the fabric of his jacket, lingering for just a moment. Walking up to the central desk she would speak quietly to the young woman, a look of deadly seriousness in her eyes. “I will be indisposed for some time, as far as you are aware I am not here. When you can find time to do so inconspicuously I would like refreshments brought to my lab, knock and leave them outside the door.” The woman would nod to Kara, eyes wide and eager to please. She trusted that the woman would do as she asked, the assistants position would easily be filled by any number of more capable people should she err. And Kara was sure that she knew it.

Turning her attention back to her guest she would smile beguilingly and reach for his arm again to direct him to the elevator, she was more than comfortable touching the man and she would only remove her hand if he were to object. Once the elevator doors closed and she had chosen her floor she would half turn to face him with an apologetic look on her face. “I feel I owe you an apology, perhaps two. I was overly distracted and neglected to introduce myself properly. I am Karasu Kazehana, advisor to the Kazekage and current CEO of this branch of the Stag Emporium. I must admit that while it was perhaps disingenuous there was something that spoke to my ego being mistaken as the Kage. I do hope that you can find it in your heart to forgive my indiscretion.” She was only mildly concerned that he might be angry with her, while it was true that she had technically not lied to him, technicalities were tricky things when it came to people’s perceptions. She would look up at him with her gold coloured eyes with that same twinkle of mischief as the elevator would make a soft ‘ding’ and she would step out into a short hallway with a single door with a locking mechanism covered in buttons next to it. She busied herself with entering the code for the door and would hold it open for him, her parasol still in one hand. Though she blocked most of the view into the room beyond, it was clear that it was a medical laboratory, stark white and steel with tables and shelves filled with instruments and reagents. “If you would like to join me, dear Damien.” Her voice was as inviting as ever, her demeanour no longer regretful as she was banking on the idea that his disposition towards her had remained mostly unchanged. It was a gamble but that made it all the more exciting.

The male would feel his heartbeat quicken as Kara pressed into his arm as she linked hers in his. Her touch, her words, her eyes, even the scent of her perfume becoming all the more intoxicating to him. He would look back into her beautiful golden eyes, feeling himself falling deeper and deeper into the drug this woman was proving to be to him. He would be lost in her allowing her to guide him, as if he were a mere puppet on a string. As she tapped upon the door with her parasol, he would find his left arm raised as his fingers would lightly caress the fair pale skin on her hand and fingers. He would speak no words, and would stop if she wished it. However if she did not stop him, he would continue to gently run his fingers over her hand that was linked in his other arm for the entirety of their journey. Once the doors opened they would begin their tour of the Village, his eyes would never leave the woman unless she directed his attention to something. Saburo would be waiting outside the door just as Damien had instructed before, the man would move to walk with his employer however Damien would quickly wave him off. Everything was going so well, the last thing he needed was the brute getting in the way. Saburo would shadow the pair walking behind them at a fair distance, as was required of him when Damien dealt with clients in Moonspire. The male knew not where they were going or the things or people around them, his only interest was that of the beautiful woman linked in his arm. She could have been leading him to the gates of hell, and he would still follow her willingly.

When she spoke of being innovative and directed his attention to the building she was leading him to, Damien would tear his eyes away from her only for a brief second to glimpse the building before returning his eyes to her. It was a very modernize facility from what little Damien cared to look at it, though Darhk Tower would eclipse this building Damien would keep it too himself. He would however make a mental note to take her to see his estate back in Moonspire, as he had a feeling she would enjoy such a Palace. Of course if she asked him he would build her an exact replica of it here in Suna, though with the surprises the woman had given him so far were any indication. Damien was beginning to feel there was more to her than was on the surface, though at the present moment he cared little about it. She could be a engineer herself, after all she spoke of them being innovative as well as mentioning competition before. Perhaps she was the spearhead of such innovation, perhaps she was his competition in this land. Though on the outside one would not be able to tell, on the inside the male would be dancing at the thought of her being his competition. Not because he thought he was better than her, but because she held an intellect that rivalled his own. It would be a true test of his skills, and it would mean he would be seeing a lot of her.

His thoughts would be pulled back to the present as they approached the doors of the facility and he heard the doorman say her name. Kara was such an unusual name, but one that suited the beauty attached to his arm. At least now he had a name for the beauty, though he wished the man had given her last name. The lobby reminded Damien a lot of his own lobby at Darhk Tower, the welcoming atmosphere was always good for business. Damien would stop walking and feel the woman's reluctance to part, it took all he had to not ask her not to go. Instead he would stand patiently waiting or perhaps even hoping for Kara to return, already the warmth from where her arm had rested was beginning to fade and Damien felt as if a part of him was missing. He would watch her form as she approached the desk, though he did not hear what she told the woman at the desk. When she turned back around, Damien felt his heart leap once more at the sight of her smile. Feeling her back in his arms he knew he was whole once more, returning to caressing her hand as he allowed her to guide his movements to the elevator. As they stepped into the elevator Saburo would move to join them, causing Damien to wave him off once more. If the woman wanted to kill him, she had plenty of opportunities to do so. Besides he wanted to be alone with the woman, for the rest of the world to fade away and it simply be him and her. Once the doors shut however the woman's facial expressions shifted as she looked at him, almost sad Damien was afraid he had done something to upset her until she spoke. An apology was unexpected, though once she explained it he understood why she felt the need to apologize. Damien would still be caressing her hand as she spoke, his mind processing her words, though his demeanor would not change in the slightest.

As soon as she had finished Damien would reply without hesitation, "Please, Miss Kazehana do not be sad on my account, you are so beautiful when you smile and I would hate to think I was the cause of your unhappiness. I will do anything you want me to do to see you smile. There is no need for forgiveness, the fault was mine. I was the one to jump to such a conclusion, you have done nothing wrong. I cannot say I would not allow someone to think the same of me if the roles were reversed." His tone was kind and understanding, a complete one eighty from how he would normally handle the situation such as that. But he was right, she did not do anything wrong, he was the one that had assumed and that was what he got for making such. If Zhu Li saw him now, he had no doubt her jaw would have dropped to the floor. His assistant knew him better than anyone else, sometimes even better than he knew himself. Of course if Zhu Li had been there, Damien doubted things would have turned out as they had. Damien would stare back into the beautiful eyes of Kara, his eyes saying what he could not trust to his words as he moved in closer to her so that their lips were nearly touching. Damien would curse the ding of the elevator, taking a step back as the doors opened. When Kara asked if he would join her, his response would be instantaneous not even fully realizing what he said until it was already said. "Yes, Mistress."

Damien would enter the room but his eyes would still be on Kara, his words still lingering in the air. He did not know how Kara would feel about it, though he hoped it wouldn't change the woman's demeanor towards him. He had almost forgotten why he had come to Sunagakure, though not completely, all he cared about now was being alone with the woman. He longed to feel her touch, if they had not been interrupted by the elevator he probably would have been feeling her touch now. Still there was business to conduct, and if Kara was so inclined they would continue their business. Though it would be hard for the male to focus, he would allow her to call the shots.

If she allowed it Kara would have already been a puddle on the floor back in the Wind Dome, she had always been known as strong willed, that strength was being put to the test. Their stroll through the village had been exciting, the man’s larger hand gently stroking hers as she gave a ‘tour’. The sensation of him caressing her flesh was almost hypnotizing, every time she tried to dissociate herself in order to regain control of her faculties that gentle touch would pull her back in. She could have told him to stop at any point, but she hadn’t wanted to. What she had wanted was for him to rip her clothing off there in the middle of the village and take her, her lust was becoming overwhelming the longer she stayed pressed against him, to the point where it was all she could do to not give voice to her carnal desires.

In the elevator she was surprised at the elegant man's reply to her apology. In the back of her mind she had been preparing for him to be cross with her, for his obvious attraction to turn cold and when it didn’t she was incredibly relieved. She wasn’t sure why it mattered to her at all that he remained attracted to her, vanity perhaps, but more than that she found him to be attractive and to have that rebuffed would have been mortifying. As Damien countered her apology with one of his own and moved closer to her she could practically feel his lips on hers. When he said he would do anything to make her smile, a whole host of improper thoughts ran through her mind. Most of them involved very little clothing. His touch was maddening and she longed to feel his hands everywhere on her body. The ‘ding’ of the elevator was the only thing that stopped her from wrapping herself around him and commanding his attention. Perhaps it was the sake, or some other intoxicating force, but she was finding herself weak in his presence.

Hearing him acquiesce to her request with a simple ‘Yes, mistress’ made a seductive smile suddenly appear on her face, her heart pounding so vigorously she was sure he must be able to hear it. As he passed through the door and into the lab proper she would lay her parasol down on a nearby table and take his arm again, this time using her other hand to idly trace a delicate pattern along the length of his arm. Something wicked and delicious awoke in her as he called her mistress. This was a new power she had been given that she had yet to experience and every nerve in her body responded to it by buzzing with excitement. Her cheeks would turn a slight pink, not out of embarrassment but out of the rising temperature of her figure as she struggled to keep her desires in check. She would turn to face him properly, the front of her body just barely pressing against his and look up and study the man’s features, attempting to discover if the same struggle also existed in him.

Using her right hand she would slowly snake her fingertips from his arm and up along the lapel of his jacket, gently brushing them on the sensitive skin just under his jawline, moving a step closer as she did. She wanted to pull him towards her, to tell him to kiss her, but it wasn’t time. The anticipation of what might be was tantalizing and the control that went along with it was filling her with a boldness she hadn’t felt before. She would hold her position pressed against him as she looked into his silvery eyes, wondering just how much she could take before she gave in to her lust. As close as they were he would most likely be able to feel the beating of her heart in her chest, the warmth of her skin as her hunger for him rose and the slight quivering of her muscles as she fought to keep herself under control. She would clutch at his shirt to give her balance as she rose onto her toes to whisper once more into his ear. “Anything? That’s quite the promise darling, do you know who you made it to? I have been known to be quite demanding.” There was no reason for her to whisper, this room was secure and they were completely alone. It was the intimacy of a whisper that inspired her to it. Her voice spoke of dark places filled with yearning and passion, moments in the night where the taboo of longing turned to frenzy. She would wait for his response still clasped to his form, her soft lips still at his ear as she teased them both.

Damien would watch as Kara placed parasol down on the table before returning to her spot on his arm, once again feeling as if he were whole as her other hand tracing the intricate designs upon his suit. The woman drew no attention to what he had said when he entered, he half wondered if she did not hear him or if she was just simply chalking it up to a slip of the tongue. It did not matter to the male what it was, what was said was said and there was no taking it back. Not that he would want to, Mistress was a good title for the woman that held his heart in the palm of her hand. The suit was designed to fit his lifestyle yet also provide the armor protection he needed, the enteric interweaving of ebony metal mixed with eel hide providing an almost seamless connection between the two materials. Only an trained eye would be able to even tell there was metal woven into the material, yet at this moment he wished he wasn't wearing it at all and could feel the woman's touch upon his bare skin. He could see the redness in her cheeks and the desire in her eyes as she turned placing herself in front of him, knowing his want for her was mirrored within her eyes. As if she had know his desire to feel her, she would pressed closer to him lightly running her finger along his jaw, he felt his heart leap over the moon at her touch. His arms would subconsciously rise and wrapped around her pulling her closer still, as if forbidding her from stepping away from him. The heat of her body pressed against him, and he curse the clothes that were separating them in the back of his mind as he felt the pulsing of his member press against her form. He could feel her heart beating in rhythm with his own, the cardinal desire of the flesh overwhelming him as she gripped his shirt and whispered in his ear he felt the chill run down his spine once more and a small gasp would escape his lips. His arms would tighten around her form as if he was trying to just press their bodies together despite the clothes they wore, feeling her breath upon his ear he knew he wouldn't be able to contain himself much longer. He would take a long deep breath before whispering his response just as softly as her words, "I am a man of my word, Mistress. And I always aim to please." He would call her mistress again, feeling his heart skip a beat as he said it. He would draw out the last word to say there was truly nothing he would not do for her, he would even go so far as to move his entire company to the land of wind just to be closer to her if she asked him. Of course that would cause problems with his relationship with Kumo, at this moment he did not care. The rest of the world could be damned, as long as he had his Mistress he would be happy.

All Damien cared for in this moment was having this woman for himself, and he would do anything and everything he had to in order to have her. It took all he had not to simply pick her up and place her upon the table, her small form would be nothing the pure cardinal desire unleashed without restraint. Yet he knew he was not in control, he had not been for a while now. Since he first walked into that office, his control over the situation began falling dramatically. He had started a game that he thought he was unbeatable at, yet the woman out played him at every turn. She was by all accounts winning the game by far, though in reality even if he lost he might still end up winning in the end. At least if she shared his desire, as he suspected she did. She was a goddess in the flesh, and anything that came from this encounter would be described as turly divine. He did not know why he felt this desire towards her, but he knew it would not stop until he had her. Even then the desire may not go away, she was like a drug and the longer he was near her the more he wanted her. If he spent the rest of his life here in this moment with his arms wrapped around her, he would die a happy man. Alas he knew this moment would not last forever, still he would try and will time itself to stop so that it would.

Finally he would lessen his grip around her, pulling her slightly back from him to look into the beautiful golden eyes of his Moon Goddess. He didn't want to pull her away, he wanted nothing more than to stay with her forever. However he had to see her eyes once more, to know that she felt as he did. His silver eyes piercing into her soul as he whispered, "All you have to do is ask and it shall be yours, Mistress."

Feeling Damien’s strong arms wrap around her was divine, it felt completely natural him holding her there. It was as though the two of them fit perfectly together, two halves of a whole. Hearing him gasp as she whispered to him gave her a thrill, knowing that her mere words could elicit such a response from the man. As he pulled her tighter to him she could feel his manhood pressing against her and she was grateful he held her there as her legs suddenly felt weak. Their game was turning dangerously serious and she was content to let it spiral where it would. She never wanted him to let her go, she could have lived a thousand years and never be happier than she was in that moment as far as she could imagine. His words were tempting to her, and that name, Mistress. It sounded like music when he spoke it, like a name she’d always had but had been hidden from her until she met him. “Mistress. . . and what should Mistress call you?” She murmured the words into his ear, her lips playfully touching his skin as she spoke. It was rhetorical of course, but she enjoyed saying it all the same.

If she had ever had any interest in truly driving a man insane this would probably be how she would have done it. As it was though she had no intention of truly torturing the beautiful male, no she would torture him just enough to ensure he was hers. She wondered idly just what exactly she could ask of him that he wouldn’t do for her. There were so many things that she wanted, where would she even begin? Gazing deeply into his silver eyes she saw plainly the lust he held for her, the desire. Seeing the honest hunger in those eyes made her crave him even more and she would lift both of her arms to either side of his head, lacing her fingers into his black hair, a soft sigh escaping her lips as her fingers began to explore him.

Every touch felt exquisite and it made her yearn for more, to somehow be closer to him than she already was. Her red gown felt incredibly restricting as she became aware of its weight and thickness, holding her down and separating her from the god that stood before her. She would only lower her arms when he pulled her away from him, she was taken aback at the movement and worried that she had gone too far. They were supposed to be conducting business, and here she was actively participating in a seduction. Who was seducing whom was still a matter of perspective though. As he looked into her eyes her worries would cease, she could see that he still held the same longing that she did.

His gaze was so intense that she would quiver in his grasp a soft moan escaping her lips as she gripped at his clothing to steady herself as she truly felt her legs might give way beneath her. This man, who before she had only heard whispers of, was like some prince from a faraway land in a fairy tale. He’d come here and in a matter of hours turned her world upside down, if she couldn’t feel his hands on her she might have thought she was hallucinating it all after another sleepless night spent working far too hard. Damien’s words managed to ground her and bring her back to reality as they echoed softly in her mind. This man had just promised her anything. Anything. It was a dangerous promise and she knew it, her goals were lofty and her appetite for power was great. Right now though all she could think of was that she needed to sit. She wondered if she had drank too much, or if it was the heat, but the lightheadedness she felt when she looked into his eyes was not to be ignored. Neither was the aching in her core and she knew that without pause she would gracelessly throw herself at him and then their game would be over.

Taking a deep breath she would gesture to the far wall where a door stood open, beyond which was her office, comfortably furnished and less austere than the room they were currently in. She would purr up at him, her eyes and voice heavy with lust. “Please my Prince, I must sit.” A devious smile played across her lips as another idea came into her mind. She summoned her strength and continued speaking in a commanding tone, her words leaving no room for argument. “Carry me.” She would expect him to lift her and carry her to the room she had motioned to, and how she longed to be cradled within his arms.

When she whispered about what his mistress should call him, Damien felt the urge to tell her she can call him her puppet if it were to please her. However even in his lust blinded mind he could tell that the question was rhetorical, and his mistress was simply thinking out loud. He would continue to hold her close, feeling her form pressed against him was the only thing preventing him from going truly insane as she began running her fingers through his hair. He would find one hand moving on it's own, while the other arm continued to hold her to him. His fingers lightly tracing the small of her back and along her spine, in the same loving caress he had given her along their stroll here. He longed to have her, but for now their touch would satisfy him.

He could already tell that he was holding most of the woman's weight, sure that if his arms had not been stopping her she surely would fall. It all felt to good to be real, had it not been for hearing their hearts beating in unison the man would have thought he had died and gone to heaven. If such a place truly existed, it would only be half as good as this felt to the man. Damien would feel the shift in the woman's posture as a look of dizziness washed over her face, quickly moving one arm to her upper back to help stabilize her as she gripped his shirt tighter. After a deep breath, his mistress would motion towards a door on the opposite side of the room. Hearing her call him her Prince made the man's heart soar even higher than it already was, when she commanded to be carried Damien would move without hesitation. Bending down and wrapping one arm around her legs before slowly scooping her off her feet, cradling her in his arms with little effort. Even if he had not been as fit as he was, he still probably would been able to carry the light weighted Moon Goddess. As he looked down at her in his arms his only words that he could find were the two words he loved saying the most now, "Yes Mistress."

Damien would walk across the woman's lab cradling his mistress, he would not be watching where he was walking trusting his gut to guide him on the path his Goddess directed him on. Not wanting to look away from Kara even for a second as he carried her, she looked so beautiful in his arms, as if she had always been meant to be there. Damien would carry her perfectly through the threshold of the doorway into the other room, all without even looking away from her eyes. In the back of his mind his only thoughts was that of the day he would carry her over the threshold of the Moonspire Estate Manor, however that was merely a dream for another day. For now he wanted nothing more than to be here in this moment with his mistress, to serve her every desire and command. He would look around the room for the proper place to sat the Moon Goddess, seeing a small sofa Damien would move to place her down upon it. Unless he was commanded other wise. Laying her softly upon the sofa before standing before her, he did not wish to let go of her but he knew she needed air. Possibly even water, Damien would look until he saw a small glass next to a pitcher of water not far from the sofa. Reluctantly the male would move away from his goddess, pouring a single glass of water he would return to her as quickly as possible to give her the glass. He would not speak, merely admire the beauty of his mistress as he patiently waited for her next command of him.

All he wanted was to please his mistress, hearing a knock from the outer door of the room Damien would instinctively go to answer it. Knowing full well that his mistress was in no condition to do so, nor would he dream of her having to preform such a lowly task. Not so long as he was here, reaching the door to the lab Damien would open it to find no one there. It was very strange, he could have sworn he had heard a knock. As he went to shut the door he just happened to look down, and that was when he saw it. A small tray of refreshments placed directly in front of the door, there was nobody in sight and he had already been away from his Goddess for far too long. He would scoop up the tray with one hand while shutting the door with the other, carrying it over to the table he would sat it on the table next to Kara's parasol as he removed his jacket and his tie. Loosening the collar of his shirt the male would find himself able to breath finally without the constriction of the tie, he would have removed all of his clothing but that would be too forward and he had not been commanded to do so. At least not yet. The male would roll the long sleeves of his black shirt up to his elbows before debating on whether or not he should remove the violet vest, however he would decide to keep it on until his mistress wished for it to be removed. Once he was situated and felt far less restricted then he had been moments before, the man would grab the tray once more and begin walking back to the door to the other room where his Mistress waited for him. As he rounded the doorway return to her office and his eyes fell upon his mistress once more, it was as if he was seeing her for the first time all over again. The sheer beauty of the woman before him was overwhelming, he would stand in awe of her still holding the tray of refreshments that had been left at the door as he awaited her instructions.

Damien immediately responded to her command, there was no hesitation as he bent and lifted her into his arms. Being off her feet was a relief and she would let out a happy sigh as she gazed up into the silvery eyes of her Prince, him not looking away from her for a moment until they passed into her office. She felt secure as he cradled her, trusting the capable looking man to navigate her lab without walking into anything. She regretted telling him that she needed to sit as that meant he would be placing her down and she didn’t want him to let her go. She wanted nothing more than to stay like they were, her nestled in his grasp with him looking lovingly into her eyes. She’d never had anyone behave like this towards her, with such instantaneous obedience to her wishes. It was almost as though she had cast a genjutsu on him, his reverence for her was so complete. And while she would need more time in the future to consider what it all meant, for now she was content to enjoy his tender and unabashedly passionate care of her. Not wanting to take advantage of the man she would raise a hand and gently stroke her fingertips along his cheek, a reward from his Mistress.

It was only moments until he placed her down on the sofa and she was sorely disappointed to feel his embrace leave her. While there was relief in laying on the soft cushions it left her with a gnawing ache deep within, a need to feel his touch again. She had designs on ordering him to return to her, to hold her again and make her his own. Her desire had not faded, if anything being held by him had only amplified the yearning she felt for his hands upon her. She could see the reluctance in her Prince’s eyes as he stepped away from her and poured her a glass of water. Seeing that in him and observing that he still clearly desired to follow her commands made her heart ache. As much as she desired him to obey her, she also wished for him to feel happy doing so. Not that it looked as though he wasn’t, but she wanted to see that charming smile of his, an indicator of his true contentment. While she pondered how best to evoke this from him, Kara would sip thoughtfully on the glass of water she had been handed, keeping her eyes trained on the handsome and dutiful figure before her.

She had all but forgotten about her request to the girl upstairs, and was rudely reminded by a sharp knock. She inwardly groaned at the prospect of having to stand again and go retrieve what she assumed would be the tray of refreshments she had ordered. Much to her surprise though she did not have to move an inch as Damien moved to answer the door; again without hesitation. She was sad to see him leave her sight, but also very pleased by his initiative. He could have left her to see to the door, he would have been right to do so even, it was her lab. But instead he was instinctually finding every way he could to be invaluable to her. Alone in the room she would shift her body on the sofa, adjusting her posture so that she was almost sitting up properly though with her legs turned to the side along the cushions and an arm delicately rested on the armrest. He took longer than she would like to return, he wasn’t gone long but long enough for her to miss his presence.

Removed from him as she was Kara found that her heart started beating a bit slower, her breathing beginning to return to normal and the flush of her cheeks slowly fading. Her lust for the Prince had not faded, but her body was responding to her need for a moment of calm. She could hear him moving about outside the office, though she was unsure of what he was doing until she saw him return to the door. His jacket was removed and sleeves rolled up, holding the tray she had ordered. Her heart leapt at the sight of him again, her legs shifting as she felt a pulse of excitement go through her core. He looked every bit the attentive servant and the awe on his face was plain to see. “You’re such a good Prince.” She would speak to him approvingly and smile at him while gently patting the cushions next to her on the sofa. She could have issued another order, she knew he would follow it. But she was also curious what he would do when it was a question of his wants. Though currently not curious enough to leave the choice entirely up to him. The heat that had threatened to overwhelm her before returned in force, causing her breast to rise and fall heavily as she admired his form. He was stunning and seeing him with less clothing and bare arms was forming many illicit thoughts within her mind. How she would love to see him with his clothing removed, how she wanted to feel his touch all over her, to have him use that beautiful mouth of his to make her scream. With some effort she would tear her eyes from him and focus on the tray he held. “Damien dear, my darling Prince. Please set that down.” She would hold out a hand to him palm up, a silent invitation to come to her. If he came within her reach she would grasp his hand and move it to touch the skin of her cheek, holding her hand over his until she was sure he wouldn’t pull away. She wanted to tell him to touch her everywhere, to freely explore as he would but she said nothing, the anticipation of it was a powerful aphrodisiac and she was enjoying the prospect of what was to come.

Damien would smile as his mistress stroke his cheek with her finger as he carried her to the sofa, a smile that returned to his face at the sight of his Mistress when he returned with the tray. To the male it had felt like an eternity he had been away from her when it had been merely minutes. He wondered if he could ever bring himself to truly leave her side, or if he would stay here trapped by his love for her forever. Not truly trapped, he wanted to be here with her more than anything else in the world. Whether she treated him like a dog or a king it made no difference to the man, as long as it made his Mistress happy he would be satisfied. Hearing Kara call him a good Prince made the man overjoyed, causing him to smile even wider. This was yet another mystery to the man, this entire encounter has been completely out of character for him. He rarely smiled and yet in Kara's presence he could do nothing but smile, the light he saw in her eyes when he reentered the room is what made him smile. Seeing the happiness in her eyes at the sight of him filled him with more love, which he did not even think was possible.

She motioned to the cushion next to her and he moved to it instantly, forgetting all about the tray in his hand as he sat down next to the vision of his Moon Goddess. The rising and falling of her breasts as she breathed, and the wicked look in her eyes as she watched him move to her would drive Damien mad. She was so intoxicating that he did not think he would be able to move from her side again without being dragged away. He wanted nothing more than to tear her clothes off and just ravish her here and now, but if he was being honest with himself she deserved better than that. That was how he handled his previous encounters, getting his satisfaction and moving on until he needed his fix again. With Kara a whole new side was awaken within him, he cared less for his needs and more for hers. He wanted it to last forever, for her to know that he would be hers forever. His attention would be brought back to the tray by his Mistresses words, as commanded he would place the tray on the table next to the sofa and return his eyes to the Goddess that sat next to him.

His thoughts would again turn dark as she held out her hand for him to place his, she moved his hand to her cheek. The soft skin of his mistress felt like a cloud to his touch, her hand holding his. Damien would be in heaven. He would inch closer to her on the sofa, as his fingers slowly trickled down to her neck. His other hand would wrap around her waist pulling her even closer to him, the hand she raised to her cheek would now start drawing small circles on her shoulder. His eyes would never leave hers, ensuring that she welcomed this touch. He longed to please her more than himself, he could not be happy unless she was. His fingers would trace the length of her arm, while the other continued to pull her closer to him. Their bodies were pressing into each other, feeling his heartbeat return to synchronizing with her he knew he was where he belonged. He spoke no words he wouldn't need to, his eyes would tell his mistress all. What he longed for most, what he could not live without.

They would be so close now, he could feel her beating heart speed up as his did. Without even realizing what he done, the man had inadvertently pulled Kara onto his lap. Of course subconsciously this was what he had wanted all along, but it wasn't his place he was but his Mistresses puppet for her to use as she pleased and yet the man couldn't help himself any longer. He would lift her slightly as he adjusted himself more comfortably beneath her, as he did his face would press into her chest and he knew he was in heaven. With one arm still wrapped tightly around her waist, Damien would look deep into the woman's eyes as he used the other to slowly trace back up her arm to her shoulder in a similar path he had ran his fingers down her arm. His fingers would trace up her neck and back to her cheek, before sweeping her hair behind her ear with his fingers. Him touching her had satisfied him for a time, however now he needed more. Finally the man succumbed to his animalistic nature, pulling the woman tightly to him so that his face was between her neck and shoulder. Damien would deliver a small kiss to the base of the woman's neck, followed by several more along the length of her neck. The kisses would be light and brief, but held the promise of more to come. Her skin was beautiful and flawless, and the taste of her on his lips was all the more intoxicating. He had never felt as strongly for another person as he did Kara, his words to her earlier rang more truth than he had even realized. He truly would do Anything for her without question or hesitation, his only words to her commands would be the two words that meant the most. Yes Mistress.

Kara imagined she would never grow tired of Damien’s smile, it seemed to light up the whole room and she wanted to ensure it never faded. She didn’t anticipate feeling this way towards a potential business partner, but she had never much questioned why she wanted the things she did. She just saw what was hers and took it. And Damien was hers. She had no doubt of that now as she looked into his eyes as he moved immediately to her side at the mere suggestion of it. He was a strong and imposing looking man, his muscled arms alluding to the idea that he was much more than a simple businessman or engineer. He appeared more than capable of taking care of himself, and yet she felt herself becoming fiercely protective of that smile.

She didn’t need to leave her hand over his for long to ensure he continued touching her. As his fingers danced delicately down her neck and shoulder she would shiver and let out the softest of moans. Locking her eyes on his she would smile encouragingly, she wanted to reassure him that his touch was wanted. His tender caress along her arm easily distracted her from the arm around her waist pulling her closer and closer to him until she was on the man’s lap. He moved her with such ease, she wondered how much he was holding back. His touch was so incredibly gentle for a man of such strength. She allowed herself to be lifted as he adjusted himself beneath her, leaning in closer to him briefly as his face pressed against her chest. She would move her hand to run along the bare skin on his arm, delighting in the warmth she felt as their skin made contact. It was all she could do to not squirm in his grasp, to beg him to ravish her. She wanted him to, it was all she could think of now, but the slow torture of delaying was itself delectable.

She could feel her heart beating in time to his, a deep bass to accompany the quiet music of Kara’s sighs and moans as Damien kissed his way along her neck. Her neck was particularly sensitive to his touch and despite her earlier conviction to remain relatively still she found herself subtly writhing in his arms, unable to control her body's reaction to the feel of his lips on her skin. Her breathing was coming raggedly as she continued to feel his kisses on her neck, and she felt as though she was one kiss away from losing all the control she had left. With some effort she would gently lift his head from her neck and look into the silver pools that held such adoration and lust for her, searching for his smile once more. She needed to know that he belonged to her, that it wasn’t even a question.

His smile held a strange power over her if she was completely honest with herself. It was pure and loving and she wanted to see it always, to know that he was happy in her presence. A darkness would cross over her features as she imagined what she would do to anyone that would try to take that smile from her Prince. She would raise a hand and gently sweep a finger across his lips, trying to physically feel the love his smile so clearly contained. Her eyes would rise to meet his, staring intensely and seeking to imprint the seriousness of her words on the gorgeous man who sat ready to do her bidding. “You are mine. My Prince.” It was not a question or a command, it was a statement of fact, one that she needed to hear aloud. Her fingers would curl around the edges of his jaw, leaving her thumb pressed against his beautiful lips as she claimed him as hers. Her grip would tighten slightly, not enough to cause any pain, but enough for him to notice. Once she was sure he understood her she would lessen her grasp and her free hand would sweep tenderly across his jawline and up across his hairline, all the while smiling at him sweetly. Using the hand still on his chin she would guide him back to her neck, shifting her palm so that it was behind his head.

Damien could feel the electricity running through him as his mistress graced him with her touch on his arm, it was something he wished more of. That his clothes were no longer blocking his Mistress from touching all of him, that her clothes were not stopping him from touching all of her. He would feel the subtle movements of her body on his as he kissed her neck, finding encouragement in the movement mixed with the moans and gasps that would fill the room as her breath became ragged. She was enjoying it as much as he was, this would kick the man into overdrive as he kissed her more and more. His hands moving to her hips as he kissed her more passionately, when he felt her pull him back however he thought he had done something wrong. He was sure his heart would break if he had displeased his Mistress, as he looked back at his Mistresses stare he could not help but smile. Even if he had somehow displeased her, seeing her face would bring a smile to his. His love for her was so strong that he would never not smile when he saw her beautiful face. He hoped he would be able to mend whatever it was that he had done to displease her, but what he saw in her eyes was not what he thought when she first pulled him away, he saw his love mirrored in her eyes causing him to smile wider. As she moved her finger across his lips he would attempt to kiss it, and his adrenaline would skyrocket as she claimed him as hers causing him to feverishly kiss her thumb that was pressed to his lips. It wasn't something that she asked him, she demanded it and that meant all the more to him. He had never considered himself as someone's property, but with Kara he would be happy to have her call him hers. He would be hers until the end of his life, and he would die happy knowing he had pleased his Mistress.

When she pulled him away and he was sure she was not angry with him the man's fingers would gently caress her back, working their way up from the hips to the base of her neck line. When she squeezed his lips to get his attention as she claimed him, his fingers would trace around the zipper of her dress. "Yes Mistress," was all the man could reply. A part of him was beginning to think if he would ever be able to say other words, but for the most part he did not care. If those were the only words he ever spoke again he would be satisfied with the knowledge that his Mistress knew his love was unconditional and eternal. Feeling her hand run through his hair was all the incentive he needed, as she moved his head back to her neck his fingers would wrap around the zipper and pull it down. Damien would not pull the dress down completely, that was for his mistress to decide. He would merely move the straps to allow him access to the base of her neck and her shoulders for him to kiss, his fingers lightly dancing along her back until they were back at her hips. Giving his Goddess a gentle squeeze to her hips as he delivered a tiny nibble to her neck, it wasn't for anything more than a thank you to his Mistress. As she was a giving and loving Goddess, and he never wanted this to stop. He would kiss down her neck to the base of her right shoulder, then back and around her neck to her left shoulder. He wanted more, so much more, but he was hers and she would decide where he was allowed to kiss and what he was allowed to do. It was thrilling to Damien to fully surrender himself to his Mistress, to be submissive to her and her will. He spent his life controlling every aspect of his life never letting anyone control him or tell him what to do, but with Kara. With Kara it was as if nothing else mattered, he trusted her more than people he has known for longer. He knew she would not take advantage of him or hurt him, he could see it in her eyes when he looked at her.

Damien would begin kissing back towards her neck, though this time he would deliver another tiny nibble at the base of her neck before leaning back and looking into the woman's eye's. "I am yours Mistress, to use as you please and discard me when you are through with me. I will love you until my dying breath." Damien knew his words were not needed, his Mistress had already claimed him. But saying the words aloud was as if the weight of always being in control of thing was finally lifted and he truly surrendered allowing Kara to take full control.

The look of pure joy and love in Damien’s eyes was almost more than Kara could handle. She was a wicked person and she knew it, she had spent her whole life learning to manipulate to coerce the hearts and minds of those around her. To bend them, to break them and have the world conform to her will. She was selfish and narcissistic and neither of those descriptors had ever bothered her. It wasn’t self pity, not even the disingenuous kind that she saw in those who wished to be viewed as better than their peers. She had never had that kind of doubt; she had always known that she was the smartest, the strongest and the most forceful. She had never required any type of validation, her brilliance was merely an plainly observable fact.  But now, with Damien’s adoring eyes on her she began to question herself. True she had intended to manipulate him, as she did so many others, to give her the upper hand in their dealings. And in fairness he had done the same to her. What neither of them had counted on was the true attraction that would result from their game. It went deeper than the flesh, further than her selfish wants and desires. She wanted more than just a good business deal, more than just a memorable day.

Her claim of him was without question, his words ‘Yes, Mistress’ ringing in her ears like sweet heavenly music, sending a shiver through her body as she delighted at his submissiveness. She wondered if he knew how much power he also had, that she didn’t seek just to dominate him but also to be worthy of his love. His worship of her. She could feel herself slipping into the unfathomable depths of her own feelings for him, and it frightened her. She worked so very hard to keep herself closed off from her own true emotions that the intensity of them was not something she had prepared herself for. As he kissed her thumb as it lay across his lips she trembled with want, he was so eager to please her it was driving her mad. She could feel her limbs moving of their own accord, displaying the impatience she was attempting to suppress. Her guiding hands as she silently insisted he kept kissing her digging in slightly, a groan of mixed frustration and relief as his lips touched her neck once more. Every inch of her was on fire as she felt him slowly beginning to remove her gown, she could have stopped him, perhaps should have - she was the one in control after all. That fabric was in the way though, it separated her from her Prince’s touch and she desperately wanted to feel his skin against hers. She would shift her shoulders, aiding him in exposing more of her delicate skin and sigh deeply as his mouth and hands explored her.

His kisses were pure bliss. Her gold coloured eyes heavy with lust she would pull herself up and place one leg on either side of him, hovering for a moment before pressing herself down onto his lap, another satisfied moan escaping her lips as she felt his hardness beneath her. She would gaze lovingly into his eyes as he spoke to her, a brief look of concern flitting across her features as he mentioned being discarded. “My Prince, I will never discard you. You belong to me and I will never give you up.” Leaning forward she would press herself against him, moving her face to his neck and allowing her breath to tease him as she moved his hands to the back of her now open dress. “Do you want to undress me?” She would purr the words into his ear, her tongue flicking out and gently exploring his flesh, slowly around his ear and then down to the base of his neck. She would quickly nip at him, her teeth holding his skin for a moment before she would sit up straight again. “Of course you do.” She enjoyed torturing him, ordering him around, and she could tell he enjoyed it too. With a sly smile she would move her lips to his, having them just barely touch, her tongue seeking entrance to the sweetness of his mouth. He tasted divine and she had to fight the urge to kiss him forever.

With some effort she would pull away from him, pressing herself down harder onto the man’s lap and letting out a gasp as she did. She wanted him to ravish her, to feel his flesh against hers, to feel him inside of her. Pushing her palms against his shoulders she would struggle to calm her breathing as she looked into his eyes and spoke in a commanding tone. “Undress me. Slowly.” She would smile as his hands moved immediately to please her, her hips rocking gently against him as she considered her next torment. “But, do not remove your clothing. Your suit is finely crafted and I want to feel my skin against it.” Every chance she had she would move and writhe against him, cooing and gasping as her nerve endings sparked with the need for release. A release she had no intention of allowing just yet, the anticipation was far too delightful. As his hands removed the silk fabric of her dress from her breasts she would do as promised and press herself against his chest, shivering as the texture of the shirt and vest across her nipples caused them to rise to hard points. Her mind was foggy as she squirmed in his arms, all thoughts of propriety and remaining dignified tossed aside in the face of overwhelming passion. “Touch me, my Prince.” Her voice had an urgency in it as she helped him remove the last bits of her clothing, tossing them carelessly on the floor. “And one more thing. No matter what happens, you must ask for permission before you climax.” She would wrap her arms around his neck and move her hips across his lap again as she gave her command, tempting him to disobey her. She hadn’t decided what punishment she might issue were he to ignore her instructions, but it didn’t matter at that moment, all she wanted was to feel his hands on her.

Damien would let out a loud groan as Kara pushed herself down on him, he could feel the heat radiating from her as positioned herself on him. He wished his pants were off so that he could truly feel her, had he been in control he would have already known. However he wasn't in control, he hadn't been for a while now. He had surrendered to Kara's will, for all his want for power and control giving it up and allowing Kara to take the wheel gave him the chills. The thrill of bowing to her will and allowing her to control the outcome was all he could think about now, as much as he wanted to get to the climax of this entanglement he enjoyed Kara's slow approach to it all. She enjoyed torturing him giving him little by little, and Damien enjoyed it just as much. Hearing her say she would never give him up, put a smile on his face. He was truly going to be hers forever, he would die the happiest man in the world.

Her breath on his neck would send a chill down his spine, and when she would lift his arms to her bare back it took all he had not to try and take control from her. Her whisper into his ear about undressing her was almost the tipping point, in his mind he could see himself picking her up and placing her on the couch while he slowly slid himself into her. A smile formed on his face as the thought crossed his mind. To take what he wanted to achieve what he knew they both desired, but her pleasure was more important to the man than his own. She enjoyed this, he knew she did because he enjoyed it. He loved her being in control, making him wait, teasing him with her words. She was perfect in every single way, and he would do whatever it took to please her. "Yes Mistress," Damien would reply to Kara's question, his voice raspy and short as his breathing became heavy. Kara would nip his neck as he had done to her sending a spark of excitement bolting through the man, Kara responded playfully about how she knew he did before she moved in close. Her lips mere inches from his, Damien had to fight to not simply grab her face and kiss her. His patience would be rewarded as their lips would finally touch, their passion flowing over into each other as she continued to writhe on top of him. His hard member aching for release as she continued to tease him, the materials of his pants straining to maintain it.

She would pull away from the kiss, pressing even harder into his lap. Damien would let out his own small moan of pleasure as Kara placed her hands on his shoulders, she was a vision of a Goddess if he could he would have her on his lap all the time. Never allowing them to leave each other's embrace, feeling the touch of her skin beneath his fingers as he caressed both of her arms as they pressed into his shoulders. A look of pure delight would appear on Damien's face as his Mistress commanded he undress her slowly, though it saddened him slightly to have to keep his clothes on. The thought of her pressing herself against his clothing, to have one less layer between them. His hands continuing to caress every part of her that was already exposed before starting to slowly lift her dress, his fingers lightly dancing across her newly exposed skin as he did so. Feeling her continue to rock on top of him made him want to take control, but he would resist the urge and instead let out small gasps of pleasure as she continued. As dress began to uncover her voluptuous breasts, Damien's fingers would linger upon them, lightly tracing around them before fully removing the woman's dress from over her head. The sight of his Mistress in all of her beauty would cause the man's erection to pulse as it strained to free itself from his pants as he sat in awe of Kara's beauty. There was only one word that came to his mind as Damien looked upon Kara's breath-taking form, and that was Perfection.

Kara would lean into Damien, the heat from her body seeping through his clothing as she slowly pressed her breasts against him. She shivered as she moved her supple breasts against the designs of his suit, he didn't want her to stop but when she lifted herself up and he saw her nipples hard from his Mistresses own excitement another smile would form on his face. Kara was turning him into a new man, Damien never smiled this much in his life. Yet with his Mistress he couldn't stop himself from smiling, she had awoken something inside him something more than just his carnal desire. His Passion. Damien would look into Kara's eyes as she gave her command to touch her, a devilish smile forming on his face as that was what he was wanting to do. As she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him the command of asking permission before he climaxed sad she rocked on his lap again pressing into his erection. His fingers would start at her ankles, make slow intricate traces along both legs now straddling him up to her knees. Making small circles over her knee caps before slowly continuing to trace up to her hips, he would place both hands over her hips giving them a gentle squeeze as he smiled up at her. His breathing heavy from her continued rocking in his lap, he wanted nothing more than to be inside her to fill her needs completely. His eyes would speak his desire as his fingers began tracing up his Mistresses sides, lightly caressing under her breast before tracing them around her hard nipples. His fingers would trace up to her neck and over her shoulders, before running his fingers through her hair and down her back. Resting his hands upon her hips once more Damien would give Kara a slightly harder squeeze than before, "please... Mistress... I... Need... You..." He would huff out between short gasps of breath, he would do anything just to feel her upon his bare skin.

Kara could see that Damien was struggling to follow her commands, his gasps and the way his hands squeezed just that much harder giving her the idea that she might be pushing him too far. With a smile she would lean in and kiss him softly on his lips. “I know you do.” She would say sympathetically as her hands moved to his vest and began to undo the buttons one by one, her eyes never leaving his as she undressed him slowly. Once she had his vest open her fingers would trace their way from his navel to his neck again and deftly she would unbutton his shirt, leaning down and placing a kiss on his bare skin as it was revealed by the agonizingly slow removal of the fabric that separated them.

She had stilled the movement of her hips as she pulled back the clothing on his torso, while she enjoyed torturing the beautiful man she didn’t want to cause him too much distress. As she untucked the dress shirt from the waistband of his pants and released the final button she would gently sweep the fabric away to either side and lean back to admire him. Her face would flush as her eyes would drink in his stunning form, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she would bite her bottom lip while envisioning the exciting future to come. Once her eyes had drunk their fill she would lean forward again and slide the palms of her hands onto his shoulders underneath his clothing and sweep down his well muscled arms taking the offending fabric with them, Damien helping her to shrug off his shirt and vest. She would sigh again blissfully as her hands explored his skin, brushing sensually back up his arms and across his chest, trailing at last down to his waistband.

She would teasingly push her fingers under the fabric of his pants, just enough to indicate her interest in exploring there as well. She would torture him for only a few moments before unclasping his belt and sliding it out of its loops slowly, dragging the leather across his torso and setting it to the side within easy reach. Her golden eyes would meet his silver ones as she would unhurriedly undo his pants, relishing in the desire and love she saw in his eyes. Pulling on Damien’s arms she would move his hands to help her slip off his pants. As she finally laid eyes on all of him she would gasp in delight “You are so beautiful my Prince.” She cooed her words to him as she moved to straddle him once more, hovering with her entrance above him just barely touching. She would lean in close and kiss him passionately, her own desires beginning to make her lose control. “Do you want me?” She would ask breathlessly between kisses, her own desire apparent as her mound grew moist, slowly dripping onto him. She knew he wanted her just as much as she wanted him, it wasn’t even a question. Breaking their kiss she would move her lips to his ear and whisper “Then take me.” She would let the words hang in the air for only a second before biting down on his earlobe.

Damien's would try to chase Kara's lips with his own as she pulled back from the kiss, wishing to taste her more the desire in his eyes apparent as she unbuttoned his vest and shirt. She would go agonizingly slow as she continued Damien's torment, but her kisses on his bare skin would send a gasp to his lips with each one. She had stopped grinding on his lap, but that didn't stop his desire for her. Lifting his hips to help her untuck his shirt, he had to resist simply grabbing her and pulling her to him. He would just stare at her with love and desire as she looked over his body, a small groan would escape his lips as he saw her bite hers. Yet another small thing she did that he loved about her, he would readily help her remove his shirt and vest the rest of the way. As her hands slowly travelled up his arms and down his abdomen his breathing was shallow, but Damien's breathing stopped as she reached the waist band of his pants. He wanted nothing more than for her to remove them, and his eyes would scream it as she looked up at him and teased him by tracing her fingers just at the edge of his pants. After several agonizing minutes of torture she would finally remove his belt, as her eyes met his once more and she began to slowly remove his pants the desire in his eyes begged for her. As soon as she started to pull at his arms Damien would instinctively begin helping her remove them the rest of the way, giving his mistress a loving smile at her words. Damien would do his best to appear patient as Kara straddled him, groaning as he felt her wetness on him. As they kissed Kara would ask if he wanted her, the answer so obvious that Damien didn't think it need answering and yet his erection would pulsate as if to answer for him. The man groaned when Kara stopped kissing him, only to gasp as she whispered in his ear seconds before biting it.

There was something in her words that she whispered in his ear that seemed to click within Damien, a primal urge that had been tearing down the walls of control he had placed would break free. A wicked smile would form on his face as he heard the words, within seconds Damien had lifted and flipped Kara from his lap and onto the couch with him still between her legs. His fingers would slowly trace from her knees up her thighs, the tips of his fingers just barely touching her skin as they made their way into her inner thighs slowly opening her legs up more. It was then that Damien saw something he did not notice before, a small scar just above the woman's left hip. He didn't know how it happened, but he did know what the cause was. It didn't take a medical professional to know a burn scar when you saw one. The man would bring no attention to it, he wouldn't ask about it or let it change his opinion of her beauty. If she wished to tell him about it one day it was her choice but for now, the man had other things to focus on, like the beautiful naked woman lying beneath him. Damien would move over her placing his arms on either side of her, positioning himself right outside Kara's entrance before looking into her beautiful Golden eye's. The beauty of the woman before him knew no equal, she was a Goddess and he wanted to give her everything. He would stay just outside her entrance for a few seconds longer before he would lean in and whisper four little words into her ear. "Gladly Mistress," As he spoke the words he would look deep into her eyes as he slide inside of her, the burning desire he felt for her radiating off of him. The feeling of sliding into her at long last felt like he truly was in heaven, feeling the tightness of her walls around his member Damien would have thought she was a virgin. Yet her actions spoke otherwise, she was not new to this game in fact she had beaten him at it... But now things had turned in his favor, even if he lost he still won and now he had what he desired. While he had submitted to her claim of him and would remain as such, she had given him the command of taking her and that was exactly what he planned to do.

Damien moved slowly as he entered not wishing to hurt her, feeling his erection stretching her walls as he did. He wanted nothing more than to take her as she had commanded, but it was obvious his size was more than what she had been use to. Damien's eyes would never leave Kara's as he slide inside of her, wishing to savor her pleasure of having a real man. Once he was fully buried inside her, Damien would hold himself there. Still feeling her walls contracting against his size, Damien lower himself so that his lips were next to Kara's ear. "You feel like Heaven, Mistress" he whispered before kissing her around her neck biting her in random intervals as she had done to him until finally kissing her lips with a passion. Damien's hips slowly started moving as the pair kissed, his shaft sliding almost all the way out before pushing back in. Damien wanted to enjoy his Mistresses pleasure of him, Damien would finally break the kiss looking deep into Kara's eyes as one hand began traveling across her navel accidentally tracing over the scar near her hip without him noticing. The scar did not define who she was or her beauty in Damien's eyes, she was still perfect. His hips still moving as he slowly slide in and out of her allowing her to get accustomed to his size before he went all out, as soon as Kara showed signs of him wishing to increase he would but for the moment he enjoyed the slow pleasure of being inside her.

As Kara bit down on Damien’s ear she noticed a change in how he held her, he was more primal. She wasn’t sure if it was her words or her bite that had caused the change, perhaps a combination of both, either way she was happy to see it and would gasp as he moved her suddenly and with ease, placing her underneath him on her back. The wicked smile she could see on Damien’s face as she lay beneath him sent a shiver down her spine, she had commanded him to take her and he seemed more than happy to oblige her. As the tips of his fingers slowly made their way from her knees and along her inner thighs she would respond to his touch by allowing her legs to open wider, blushing as she was now on full display for him. Every tiny touch sent ripples of desire through her all culminating in an aching feeling deep within. She held her breath as he hovered above her, his arms on either side of her body holding him aloft as she felt him press against her entrance.

She shivered again as he leaned in and whispered in her ear, holding his gaze as he slid inside her. Her arms would come up and wrap around his as she moaned and her body tried to accommodate him within her. He was mercifully slow, allowing her time to adjust to his large size. Her inner walls gripped him tightly as inch by inch she felt him sink all the way to the base. Once he was fully buried within her she would let out a trembling breath, grateful for his pause in movement as she grew accustomed to the new sensation. She was sure that she had won their game, but now as she lay beneath him she wasn’t certain, as every breath and subtle movement of hers brought a shock of pleasure from deep within. She felt she was no longer the one in control as his silver eyes seemed to pierce into her soul. Mistress. As he spoke the word again into her ear she would moan softly, her fingers pressing gently into his muscled arms. She loved that word, loved when he said it.

His lips travelling around her neck, and the small intermittent bites felt divine. With considerable effort Kara would manage to speak through gasps of pleasure as he began moving inside of her. “As do you, M-” Her words were cut off as she felt his hand brush over the only scar she had; a small burn mark just above her hip. He didn’t comment on it, but it was her secret shame. The only shame she had, as she was well aware that in all other ways she was the very definition of perfection. She would move his hand from the area, directing his palm to envelope one of her breasts, trying to ignore the burning in her cheeks as she pushed the memory of the day she received that scar out of her mind and focused on the incredibly handsome and well endowed Prince that was currently nestled between her legs. The slow and deliberate movements by Damien were heavenly but as she felt herself adapt she wanted more of him, she wanted that wicked smile back. “Please, my Prince. . .” she would beg him with a sultry look in her eyes, leaning up and wrapping her arms around the back of his neck as she whispered with her lips just barely not touching his. “Please take me. Make me yours.”