Takes place several hours after This RP
Warning - nudity and some graphic images mad occur-
It took Mathias a while to wake up. But when he did, he sat up slowly, rubbing his throat weakly and coughing a bit. “********…” he muttered, just getting his body to rest against the headboard for a moment. “ow..”
It was really, really unpleasant to be strangled out. His head was still cloudy, but he wasn’t mad.
He’d deserved it. Every single second of it.
He eyed the Rosary resting on nightstand nearby.
“Forgive me… father… for I have sinned…”
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In the other room, Imara stood walking through his studio. She had only seen a few pieces but the truth was, he had talent. A strange talent that even an uncultured b***h like her could see.
She was sitting in what she could only guess was the stool before the piece he was working on, her third glass of whiskey in hand as she spun it around. “Why do you do it Mathias? What makes you tick…”
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The painting would be strikingly uncanny to her. It was female, but in the geiger sense of the word. Strange tentacles and pipes burst from the figure, in her torso was a dog’s head. It was very surreal and abstract. The face though… Was probably the most striking thing. If she looked close enough, it was… Probably a mix of her and Sonia… maybe another woman.
Mathias shakily got up and moved to the bathroom, splashing water on his face to try and clear away the haze. He then shambled out to the living room, and seeing his studio door opened he hobbled over and leaned against the doorframe.
“I’m… Thinking of calling it… Pain…” he croaked.
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“Nice to see you are still with us.” Imara answered casually, only turning her head enough for him to see one corner of her eye. “Have a nice nap?” Her head turned back to the piece as she took another sip of her drink.
Rising back to her feet, she moved around the room as if she had already inspected every inch of it before finding a place on a bare wall near a window to lean.
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“I’ve had better.” He croaked again, his voice was shot from the suffocation but he didn’t care. “What do you think of my studio?” He asked quietly.
There were several pieces laying about, in various stages of completion. One was obviously just a standard portrait. A portrait of Imara… but a portrait all the same.
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The response made her snort with a weak smile. “I’m surprised. A crazed psycho like yourself has some talent. “ Her body moved towards the image of her. Picking it up with her empty hand, she looked at it closely. Her head moved from side to side before she put it back on the ground.
“I’m not that thin.” She commented finally looking up to meet his face. He looked horrible. “And you are death.” Her lip curled up in a half smile as she extended the drink towards him. “Here, Put some life back into you.”
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He took it and sipped it slowly, trying not to cough as the liquid burned down his throat. She’d probably done some damage but he didn’t worry about it. He’d heal.
“Eh… Was doing it by memory…” he said, his voice sounding a bit fresher as he handed the glass back to her.
“I try to keep the mind sharp by painting those I know…”
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Nodding as she looked back at the images, she brought the glass back to her lips. “I see. Afraid of losing your mind more so than I thought it seems.” There was a pause and she shrugged. “Don’t worry. You won’t live long enough to do so.”
“If you keep acting like an animal you are going to be killed by your own stupidity. You need to remember you are a human and above them. Just like you are a Captain in the greatest army on this planet.” She shot him a glance out of the corner of her eyes. “Lose yourself like that and you are no better than the cluster ******** of white moon senshi plaguing this world.”
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“Point taken…” He said quietly. “I gave into my baser urges then… The wrong ones… I might add… I should have just ******** you silly…” he laughed dryly. “But I have a feeling you’re not wanting that from me anymore…” It was hard to tell what his tone was, his voice was still somewhat broken.
“Oh well, I’ll live I suppose.” A small loss, but she’d still work to kill him if he went rogue at least.
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“You suck at feelings I hope you know that.” She threw her head back and looked up at the ceiling. “I spent too much Colorado outdoors I spent the last month in a dry spell. Though I take it that screwing the person that just held her life in your hands isn’t much of a turn on?”
Her head dropped again and she slipped past him, free hand tapping his crotch as she walk past him. “As long as you stay human Mathias and not Animal. Go that way and I’ll have to make you my trophy.”
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“Actually not gonna lie… you’d make a hell of a great dom…” He said, turning to follow her as she moved past him. “And you can screw me if you want… I don’t mind…” he licked his bottom lip.
In fact he WANTED her to.
“I did say you were the boss tonight… so if you want my d**k you can have it…”
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“Oh really? So I can go find a kitchen knife and remove it to mount on my wall?” Imara was only half kidding as she placed the glass down on his island. “Now that would be a fun one to explain to my father. He would be so proud.”
Stretching her arms over her head, something in her back cracked letting her moan a release. “So, I’m the boss? Then your boss needs a back rub. Airplane and airport seats are not made for comfort.”
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“I can do that for you,” He said softly. “Easier if you go and lay on the bed…” He said cracking his knuckles as he spoke. “I’ll get your back to better than new.”
He made no comment to her trophy statement… He really didn’t need to. He wasn’t going to allow himself to be goaded into being stupid again.
He needed to get back on track, and there was only one way to do that.
Take his punishments like a man.
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“If you say so.” Imara shrugged, stretching her neck side to side as she turned from the main living area back to the bedroom. Without waiting for him, she slipped inside, pulling her shirt up and over her head leaving the sports bar over her upper back. Sometimes even her family wondered if she owned a real bra.
Dropping the fabric to the side, she crawled onto the bed and dove head first into one of his pillows. “You keep this place too clean for a straight guy.”
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“I keep it clean out of habit, blame my dad…” He said softly. Moving to his nightstand he pulled out some warming oil and rubbed it on his hands, before straddling her back, his fingers went to quick work on her neck and shoulders, palms rubbing the warming oil in even as his thumbs and fingers hunted for knots and painfully sore muscles to rub out.
“He’d do room inspections…”
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Her bad was loaded in knots. Tight muscles seemed to fit every inch of her body. It paid off to make her strong but when they hurt, they hurt. This was about ten times better than trying to kill him...so fair. Maybe she should consider a different plan of action. Turn him into a slave.
“Room inspections? Was he military?” She asked between a wince when a knot was pushed in her shoulder blade. “Or Dictator?”
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“He military…” Mathias said quietly as he continued to work the knot until he was sure it was gone, before adding more oil and letting his hands rub slowly down her back. “He’s Col. Markus White now… Deputy commander somewhere or other…” he laughed dryly.
“But yeah, no, it was have a clean room or get hit so…” He worked her muscles. “That s**t sticks with you…”
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And that suddenly seemed to explain almost everything.
Her eyes opened and she stared at the wall across from them for a few moments before speaking. “So that’s your tick.” It wasn’t so much a question as a statement. A pop followed from her back quickly melting her back into a bliss. “Do the butt too.”
Imara fell silent again just enjoying herself. “Explains alot.”
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“Yeah, yeah, fifty shades of ******** up right?” He laughed dryly, his hands moving down to pull her pants down his hands moving to her butt to massage her cheeks firmly, working them against each other and his hands.
“He’d hit me until I got big enough to hit back so…” He laughed a little. “Hard to explain to your boss why you got a black eye when it’s cause your son slugged you out…”
“... b*****d…”
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“Mathias.” Her hips lifted slightly so her jeans could be pulled down. “Don’t laugh. You like like you are going to hit me and I’m too relax to take you moments from your death again. And frankly, I really don’t want to go to jail tonight.”
It was creepy. He was laughing about it the way he was. A cover perhaps? A mask to hide it all? Didn’t matter. Not her problem at the moment. “Whelp, there is a lesson for you. When you knock some poor girl up, don’t be your dad. Otherwise your son might be calling you a b*****d while he tries to come up with a way to stick his c**k into one of the best pussies he could have.”
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“Yeah… if I ever become a dad…” he said quietly. He was covering. His eyes had watered up as he talked and as he worked her a** in his hands she’d feel a few hot drops fall on the small of her back. He lifted a hand up quickly to rub with his arm before going back to working her a** again.
It wasn’t sexy if you cried damnit.
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Imara shifted her body, moving in a way so he would be force to lift up and allow her to roll over. Once on her back, she shifted and pushed herself up onto her elbows. “You know I’m not going to tell you it will be alright or some such bullshit. Chances are, it won’t.” She said bluntly. It had been his voice that drew her attention. What she saw made her see why.
“I don’t know what is going on in that head of yours, frankly I don’t care. I’m not a shrink and I don’t get paid to listen to your problems. But whatever it is, if it is eating you up that badly, go face it head on. Sitting atop me or playing with my a** is not going to solve anything.”
Where the hell did the friendly advice come from? She hated him! Then again he wasn’t crying because of her. Tears were so not worth it unless she caused them. “You are making me feel like my mental breakdown was stupid you know. I don’t like that.”
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“Sorry boss…” He said, shaking his head slowly and taking a deep breath. “I’m okay… sorry for breaking down on you like that…” He looked her in the eyes now. He was okay. He was fine.
The only way to really solve his problem would hurt the only person in this world he knew loved him unconditionally and he wasn’t about to do that. As much as he hated his dad he loved his mother too much to leave her a widow.
He’d just have to deal.
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Her eyes locked with his before she gave a long sigh. Two shakes of her head and she dropped back against the bed. “This is going to sound so college like but I should just go. It is clearly too soon for you and I to be around each other again in a situation that does not require focus so we don’t end up dead.”
Imara started to push against him, her hand mistakenly hitting his groin. “Maybe you should give Sonia a call. Or one of the other ladies around. They might make better people to cuddle with or give you words of support. All I can tell ya is either do something about it or suck it up.”
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He looked down at her and with a growl he pushed her back against the bed. “I am sucking it up…” He said softly. “I said that I’d give you pleasure tonight… that’s exactly what I plan to do… Boss…”
His fingers grabbed her jeans “Let me do what you wanted me to do from the start…”
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Back against the bed, Imara felt her body tense again. He didn’t even have to bite her to realize that she was really not over that fight. But then it dawned on her. The trigger he had put in her brain. It wasn’t biting….”It’s you…”
She spoke in a voice of realization as she did not move, did not even react to having her pants pulled off. Eyes fluttered shut and she cracked a half smile. “The trigger is you…” And that made her break into a laugh so loud and hard, she had to have sound as if she lost her mind. “Oh that’s priceless. The person you want to sleep with and your body has a response to try and stop you….” The words were to herself. Imara was grinning as all of this dawned on her. “Wow. I didn’t know it was possible…”
“Slave, Screw all that other s**t. I don’t think my body is going to be able to let you anyway. Instead, you have my permission to this time go animal. ”
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Welp, if that was what the boss wanted.
So that was exactly what he was going to do.
-Sorry. Can't post all of it on Gaia-
Torvil
