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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"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.

Alisa had no time to react or say something. Alistaire was suddenly on top of her, in her bed, and thrusting inside of her once he parted her legs. She gave out a pained cry at first. Pain was something Alisa rarely felt, so she did her best to endure it. She also did her best not to claw at Alisatire's shoulders too much, or use her strength as that could hurt him.

For now, she just kept her hands on his shoulders, and her head turned away from him so he would not see the look she had on her face or the tear in her eye.

Alistaire stops as he feels it. He blinks, and looks down at her.

"...

I didn't know."

She gritted her teeth for a moment as he suddenly just came to a stop. Alisa turned her head to look at Alisatire, before speaking to him.

"It's okay.... I t'ink. Kinda hinted at it. Mais, maybe I shoulda been more clear." She spoke softly, giving a slight groan of discomfort as she tried to get used to him. "I'm sorry if dis... turned you off to me."

"I don't enjoy my conquests' discomfort, let alone pain. Aside from that, you're no less desirable." He keeps his voice steady, calming. "We will proceed as you see fit."

"I'm okay, Alistaire, I swear." She gave off another moan, her hands moved to feel Alisatire's arms. His voice was so... calm. Was he always so calm and collected? Well, he had to be if he did not trigger any rage since he first walked in the door. "Good to know you still find me desirable..."

"I do." He kisses her neck, and begins to slowly move against her, rocking his hips gently.

His lips trailed back over her neck as his hips began to move. While there was a little discomfort, she found herself gasping and moaning in pleasure after awhile. Her eyes were half lidded, and one of her legs wrapped about his hip as he just kept going. Never had she been so close to anyone in her life.

"Oh Alistaire..."

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