alisa_lebeau_v3 | Business and Pleasure *NSFW*

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Alisa had remained on Alistaire Shaw's lap the entire time. Partly to keep him off balance in case he wished to attack her in some way, and the other part just for the hell of it. He was now offering his company in bed, of all things. Her demon like eyes rolled in her head as she sat up, leaning her back some to look at Alistaire directly in his face.

"You t'ink I'm jus' gonna rip off my clothes an' go to bed wit' you like dat all willy nilly? Jesus... your ego is just as bad as your Grandpere's."

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He comes back into view. "I like to play." He grins, putting one hand behind her head and leaning in to nuzzle gently along her neck, inhaling the scent of her.

The feeling of his head against her neck actually made her cheeks light up. Alisa was normally the one in control of everything. Her Business, her strength, her battles, her money... all of it was under her control. Yet here comes Alistaire Shaw, with his ego, snarkiness, and a feeling of danger that almost defined him. He made her wish to give it all up for him and a few brief moments of pleasure or a lifelong job by his side.

She gave off a sigh, then a moan as he continued to nuzzle her neck. Alisa LeBeau had an interesting scent about her. Vanilla and spice some would say. A rather pleasant yet intoxicating scent.

"I ain' use to playin' ." She readily admitted, while her hands moved to rest on his broad shoulders once more. "Not like dis, anyway."

"Just think of it as a variation on a theme, instead of blindfolding you or asking you to keep your eyes closed--" He bears some of his weight down against her, pushing her to her back, as he vanishes again. "--, just go ahead and keep them open. For all the good it will do."

There was a small yelp as Alisa found herself pushed back down on her own bed. She hated the unexpected, she hated to feel like a push over, and weak like this. yet she was putting up with it for a game. She was starting to let some of her control slip.

"You are jus' ... odd. Or maybe I am odd. One o' us in dis room is odd!"

"I certainly hope so." She'll feel his lips against her ear, pressure of his hands wandering across her body, unbuttoning her clothes. "Normal people are so very boring."

Her body trembled at the sudden feeling of his lips against her ear, body pressed against her own, and his hands working to unbutton her blouse. Her heart was going a mile a minute, just like when she was in a street fight with some of the toughest bastards in New York City. She was starting to feel that same thrill, and it was helping Alistaire tame her to some degree.

"I am anyt'ing but normal..."

He pulls her shirt open, the last two buttons popping off and clattering to the floor. He removes his own shirt, which flutters into view as he tosses it over his shoulder, drifting to the floor to join their shoes.

"Clearly." He growls against her throat, moving his lips across her skin as he presses her between him and the bed.

"Dat was my favorite shirt..." There was almost a whimper as Alistaire climb on top of her and began kissing his wave from her neck to her bare shoulder. Well... all but bare shoulder. She still had her bra on, which barely kept her modest, along with her pants and underwear.

Things were heating up more between the two, amoral mutants. Alisa was getting off on the danger and how Alistaire was besting her at times, while Alistaire... possibly got off on her beauty? She was not sure.

"You can be a lil' rougher, you know. I don' break dat easy... last I checked, I wasn' made o' glass."

"I know an excellent seamstress." He replies, returning to view as he holds her hair tighter and bites at the soft expanse of flesh where her shoulder meets her nape. He suckles at her skin between his teeth, moaning in anticipation as he grinds his hips down against her.

Thankfully for him, Alisa released enough of her power reserves so that Alistaire would not break his teeth as he bit into her shoulder. Her hips began to move against his, her lips parted as she cried out from his actions. He would be the first and only man to leave marks on her, or so she told herself.

He sits up, letting himself become visible again, half-naked and staring at her with hungry eyes.

"The rest of your clothes, remove them." He shifts to the side, off of her, and watches her, expectantly.

Trying to control her breathing, Alisa sat up in her own bed as Alistaire watched her with such hungry eyes. She did not shy away from his sudden order. Instead, she unhooked her bra in front, exposing her breasts to him. While her body was lithe, she did have a decent bust on her. Not a single scar on her slightly tanned skin, either. She was perfect.

Her hands moved down to her pinstriped pants, undoing the button and then pulling the zipper down. She pullet the garment down her legs and tossed it over to the pile with Alistaire's clothing. Now all that was left was a pair of expensive looking black panties.

She took her time removing those, pulling them down her long, slender legs, and then kicking her foot out to get them to fall to the floor in the pile of clothes.

"You should feel honored, Alistaire. You de only man I let see me like dis."

Alistaire watches with rapt interest, but keeping the same lazy expression on his features. He casually undoes the button and zipper of his pants, reaching out to stroke and caress Alisa whenever she brings some new curve within reach.

Eventually, he takes her by the wrist and draws her in to put his mouth upon hers. "If I were a romantic, I'd say I'm honored. As it is, I'll honestly say I'm thrilled."

She would had rested her hands on his shoulders, run them down his back, even stroke them along his chest... but he had a good grasp on her wrist. She let him think she could not break away. It just added to the thrill they both felt. Something forbidden, something exciting, something that made them BOTH feel alive.

Her mouth moved over his for a time, only breaking away for few moments to breathe or gasp for air, before he pulled her back to him.

Alistaire pushed her down onto the bed again, letting them work their way up to rest her head on the pillows, before straddling her and laying both hands on her chest. He turns invisible again and lays a rough trail of kisses across her neck.

The feeling of him push her back down on the bed made her heart skip a beat once more. His hands pressed up against her chest, lips moving back over her neck and shoulder he bit earlier. Alisa could not help but squirm under him more. She whispered for him to be a little rough, trying to reasure him she could handle him if he let loose despite any inexperiences.

Alisa was willing to submit to someone who impressed her, someone of equal or more power (money, strength, fighting skill wise) for once in her life. The submission and the thrill were getting her worked up, and he probably knew it.

Of course he knew it. You don't survive the circles he lives in (even if only on the fringe of them) without recognizing submission.

"Tell me you want more." He stays invisible, and stops moving.

"I want more..." She whimpered, feeling him no longer moving and remaining invisible. She hated the fact he was invisible, but her mind was starting to go numb form the excitement of everything that was going on. Telling him she wanted "more" made her feel so weak, which gave her a cheap thrill of sorts. "I want more, Alistaire."

He puts a finger gently underneath her chin, pushing her head up as far as she can, and kissing roughly at her neck. His other hand grips tightly at her waist, holding her in place.

Her head was pushed back rather roughly, exposing her slender neck to Alistaire. This was such a dangerous game the two were playing. His hands were firmly about her waist and lips moving over her neck yet again, making her moan quite loudly. Alisa's mind began to just going blank, her guard was completely down, now.

Alistaire was completely invisible, and could kill her at any moment. He had so much power over her, just like the Guild that used to control her before she moved to New York City. It was a familiar feeling, but more forbidden as it was a sexual control.

"I want more..." She continued to gasp as he toyed with her like a cat with a live mouse. "Please, let me see you, Alistaire."

"I'll give you as much as you can take.." He shimmers back into view and adjusts his position, gripping her waist with both hands and grinding hard against her. He keeps her pinned for a long few moments, before pulling her to stand up straight along with him.

"Undress me. Finish it."

"Oui, Boss." Her voice was barely a whisper. He teased her, worked her all up, then stopped and demanded she get the rest of his clothing off. Her unusual eyes looked directly at his face as he was no longer invisible. Her nips began to move over his neck, and then about his collarbone as her hands worked carefully to push his pants down some, along with his boxers.

As she moved to kneel down and help him step out of his pants, she said nothing. She just focused on getting his clothing off as carefully as possible and not letting her strength slip and ruin his expensive clothing.

Alistaire gives a tiny quiet smile, before drawing her back up, long fingers running over her arms, before tangling in her hair as he kisses her deeply. One of his hands quickly runs down her body, squeezing a breast greedily before settling between her legs and gently stroking her lips.

Alisa did not think someone like Alisatire could smile, but he did. before she could say something to him about it his lips moved over her own, kissing her quite passionately and making her whimper in delight. His hand suddenly reached out, groping one of her breasts quite roughly, before trailing down between her legs and teasing her yet again. She swore this man was going to drive her made with all the teasing he did!

During a brief break between their kissing, Alisa DID manage to get some words in.

"You're drivin' me mad, Boss!"

"Yes. That was rather the point." He replies calmly, even casually, as he spreads her legs wide and thrusts himself upon her, giving a moaning sigh of satisfaction.

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