The other set, though, she was super conscious for. She guides his hand under the hem of her shirt on the left side: there, under his fingers, he'll find healed-over scars from where something big clawed her.
Everything's healed up, and she doesn't show any discomfort when he touches them. To the contrary, her gaze is fixed on his face, and her expression is more rueful than anything.
Once she's guided his hand to her side, once she's sure he's picked up what she's pointed out, she lets go and picks up the tome again.
Shit happens to us. We lived. I'm sorry shit did happen to you though.
His brow furrows slightly when his fingers graze over her scars. His gaze meets her, and he's wearing an expression much like hers. Life can be so cruel. But the two of them are kindred spirits in this way, aren't they? They take the hits and they keep on going. They're survivors. They haven't been broken by it.
"Did happen," he says slowly, "still happening, I guess, technically."
He takes his hand back so he can turn slightly away from her and bend down. He taps the nape of his neck to direct her attention to the round burned coat of arms there.
"This is my master's mark. Remember how I said I work for a vampire? I do... but it isn't voluntary employment." Which is just a prettier way of saying he's a slave.
He'll wait until he's sure she's had a good look, then he'll turn around to face her again.
He sighs, resigned to the anger. It's always like this. And they have a right to it. He'd be pissed too. He should be. But, really, he's just tired.
"Protection. Believe it or not. This," he taps the back of his neck, "means I belong to him. It also means that if any other vampires fuck with me, they'll answer to him directly. He's powerful. The threat has a lot of weight behind it."
"No. I didn't sign up for any of it. But I don't have a choice if I want to live."
He sips heavily at his coffee. "I killed my master's sister. It was self-defense because she was going to drink me. But vampire's laws aren't the same as human ones. When my master, Erik, saw what I'd done... by vampire law, he should have killed me. He didn't. He decided to take me on as his servant instead. That was his mercy.
"But the problem with that is... vampires hold grudges. His sister had a lot of very devoted followers. They want revenge. They vowed that they'd find me and take it. Without Erik's protection, I'll be tortured to death by them. If I'm lucky. So, it's serve him or... that. All things considered, I'd rather have the damn brand on me."
Hooboy. She hates that. She hates it! She barely knows anything about Max besides that he likes baking and he's kind, and still she hates that.
Still, it ... complicates the story. Frowning, she boosts herself up onto the counter to sit, and scribbles in the tome.
That's not fair.
How does he treat you?
Aside from burning brands into him, which seems unpleasant at best and sadistic at worst, and feeding from him, which seems enjoyable at best and a lot more fucked up than she originally thought at worst.
How does he treat Max? That is a complicated question.
"He treats me like what I am, his favored Pet. I'm not his equal, and his word will always trump mine. But he isn't cruel. He does listen to me, if I ask for something. He treats me kindly, and he trusts me to run his household affairs. It's a cage, yes. But it's a gilded one. I could be doing much worse."
There is that one tiny (not actually tiny) problem though... and now that he's remembered it, he'll have to explain before they go further.
"I won't lie; he has done questionable things to me. There's still some things that will always be different between a human and a vampire. No one can live as their property for six years and come out of it without... some hang-ups."
Chell lets out a long breath, and reaches out to touch his shoulder gently. "Questionable things" gives her a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. So does "pet."
I've been in some cages. None as long as you + not the same kind, but they make me mad. What kind of hang ups?
She purses her lips, draws an arrow pointing to "not the same kind," and adds except here
He watches her draw that line and smiles. He agrees this is a cage and yet... it's the most freedom he's had in years. If he had his way, he'd stay here forever.
"When you're someone's slave, which..." he sighs, "I was. Having the luxury to say no is rare. My Master was kinder than most, but he still expected obedience. So, when you're expected to do things whether you like them or not, the best thing you can do is try to learn to like them. Or at least tolerate them.
"I've started to realize that I'll let people do things to me that, strictly speaking, I might not actually want or completely like but that I don't hate enough not to tolerate. And, well... I realize that's a breach of trust for a lot of people. No one here wants to be accidentally doing things to me that I don't one-hundred-percent want."
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small business card. On one side, a list of kinks he's into, on the other a list of his hard no's. He holds it out for her.
"That's why I have this. If I don't have the mental fortitude to say no during, then I can at least state my preferences up-front for people."
Chell's eyebrows go up, and she takes the card and reads it, front and back, several times. Her expression turns thoughtful as she does, and after a minute she sets the card down so she can scribble a few lines.
This is a really good idea I should get one
Qs? 1. Things you ♥ = things you need? 2. What things do you ♥ to give?
She's aware, as she holds out the tome for him to read, that this is getting slightly off the topic of "I'm a vampire's butler and/or sex slave because otherwise I'll be tortured to death" in favor of hornier topics, but it seems important. Important enough that he got cards printed.
"I'm glad you think so. It's still a little awkward for me to give them out."
Honestly, Max is completely fine with moving on from the topic of his vampire Master, especially if it gets them back into sexier territory. Maybe the day can still be salvaged.
"I wouldn't say I need any of those things to the point that I can't get off without them. I get off a lot faster if you do them. Especially if you pay attention to my neck." If she ever kisses him there or uses her teeth that will become immediately apparent.
"A lot of what I love to receive, I love to give, too. One thing missing on that list, though, is oral. I'm told I'm pretty damn good at it." He flashes her a mischievous smile, daring her to find out for herself.
You can talk. Writing is SLOW. If I had a card with "I like riding + hair pulling + vibrators" or "I used to be a test subject for a computer but I got out" things would be faster!
The mischievous smile gets a fuller laugh out her. She reaches out -- cautiously, still watching to make sure this is okay -- and runs her hand through his hair.
Oral, she signs, pointing at her mouth, yes. Big thumbs up.
"You make a good point." Don't mind him just committing a couple of those preferences to memory right now, while trying not to frown openly about the 'test subject for a computer' part.
As much as he wants to dive right into the topic of oral and maybe dive into giving it, too, especially with the soothing way she's touching his hair (the touch makes him sigh contentedly), he can't help a new question coming to mind. This does seem like the best time to ask it.
"You can just sock me if this isn't appropriate to ask but... why don't you talk? You can obviously hear me."
"Oh. Sorry." Okay he does still feel a bit bad for asking even if she doesn't look bothered.
BACK TO ORAL THEN.
"Anyway... uh. How about we get back to less talking and more doing other things with our mouths? You have my card so you can see for yourself, but I promise there nothing we've done so far I haven't been really into."
He smiles so sweetly from that affection. As experienced he is, relatively speaking, it's always the tender touches that make him melt more than the overtly sexual ones.
"Thank you for listening. It helps to have people who kind of... get it."
He mimics her motion for thank you. He does want to try to remember these.
"So, you like riding and hair pulling huh?" He digs his hands into her hair, not too hard yet, but testing the waters.
Aww. He has a nice smile. It's a relief to see it -- to put aside her tome and focus on touching him again.
Spreading her knees, she slides one of her hands down to cup his ass and pull him closer between her legs; now that she's up on the counter, the height difference is a lot more manageable.
She arches her back as his hands go into her hair, breaking into a grin. Yes, she signs enthusiastically.
He hums a pleased noise at the hand cupping his ass. It encourages him to press himself harder between her legs. This is a great thing about having his own kitchen. Now he can have kitchen counter sex if he wants to. He does.
That yes from her is a big green light. His fingers tighten in her hair and he pulls back, hard enough that if she doesn't fight it, her head will be pulled back too, all the better to expose her neck to the fiery line of kisses he intends to lay down there, on his way down to her collarbone and then to the top of her breasts where he can reach while her shirt is still on.
The little edge of pain is just right. She moves with the pull, her breath catching. Yep, good, this is very very good.
The neckline of the shirt she's wearing is loose enough to give him a little play, though not enough to get all the way to her breasts. Chell squeezes his hips between her knees and his ass in her hand, sighing happily at the touches.
She lifts her arms to help when he moves to take the shirt off, leaving her in a plain gray bralette. Normally, she's not self-conscious about the scars on her left side, but since she already drew Max's attention to them earlier, it feels a little different to have them out in the open. Not bad, necessarily, just ... noticeable.
Still, as soon as she's shirtless, she reaches to help Max get out of his top, as well. It's as good an excuse as any to run her hands along his abs, after all.
His eyes do fall on the scars, taking them in with the fresh knowledge of what they mean. But then he meets her gaze again with a soft smile - willing her to see without words that it doesn't make her any different in his eyes.
Max makes quick work of unbuttoning his shirt, barely needing to look at what he's doing. Soon enough, it's open, exposing the white tank top beneath. He quickly shucks that off too, so he can have full license to play on his muscles.
Oooh really. Smirking, she runs her palms up his abs, over his pecs -- hello, pecs -- along his shoulders and down his arms, to guide one of Max's hands to her thigh and the other to her breast.
More, she suggests with a grin. Then she leans in for a teasing kiss, catching his lower lip between her teeth, and reaches down to palm his cock through his trousers.
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Date: 2020-10-26 06:47 pm (UTC)The other set, though, she was super conscious for. She guides his hand under the hem of her shirt on the left side: there, under his fingers, he'll find healed-over scars from where something big clawed her.
Everything's healed up, and she doesn't show any discomfort when he touches them. To the contrary, her gaze is fixed on his face, and her expression is more rueful than anything.
Once she's guided his hand to her side, once she's sure he's picked up what she's pointed out, she lets go and picks up the tome again.
Shit happens to us.
We lived.
I'm sorry shit did happen to you though.
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Date: 2020-10-27 01:24 am (UTC)"Did happen," he says slowly, "still happening, I guess, technically."
He takes his hand back so he can turn slightly away from her and bend down. He taps the nape of his neck to direct her attention to the round burned coat of arms there.
"This is my master's mark. Remember how I said I work for a vampire? I do... but it isn't voluntary employment." Which is just a prettier way of saying he's a slave.
He'll wait until he's sure she's had a good look, then he'll turn around to face her again.
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Date: 2020-10-27 01:40 am (UTC)He marked you. Why?
Not like she can't guess. It's so he can't forget. Even -- especially -- when he's in situations like this.
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Date: 2020-10-27 01:50 am (UTC)"Protection. Believe it or not. This," he taps the back of his neck, "means I belong to him. It also means that if any other vampires fuck with me, they'll answer to him directly. He's powerful. The threat has a lot of weight behind it."
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Date: 2020-10-27 02:30 am (UTC)Did you sign up for that?
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Date: 2020-10-27 02:43 am (UTC)He sips heavily at his coffee. "I killed my master's sister. It was self-defense because she was going to drink me. But vampire's laws aren't the same as human ones. When my master, Erik, saw what I'd done... by vampire law, he should have killed me. He didn't. He decided to take me on as his servant instead. That was his mercy.
"But the problem with that is... vampires hold grudges. His sister had a lot of very devoted followers. They want revenge. They vowed that they'd find me and take it. Without Erik's protection, I'll be tortured to death by them. If I'm lucky. So, it's serve him or... that. All things considered, I'd rather have the damn brand on me."
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Date: 2020-10-27 05:10 am (UTC)Still, it ... complicates the story. Frowning, she boosts herself up onto the counter to sit, and scribbles in the tome.
That's not fair.
How does he treat you?
Aside from burning brands into him, which seems unpleasant at best and sadistic at worst, and feeding from him, which seems enjoyable at best and a lot more fucked up than she originally thought at worst.
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Date: 2020-10-27 06:33 pm (UTC)How does he treat Max? That is a complicated question.
"He treats me like what I am, his favored Pet. I'm not his equal, and his word will always trump mine. But he isn't cruel. He does listen to me, if I ask for something. He treats me kindly, and he trusts me to run his household affairs. It's a cage, yes. But it's a gilded one. I could be doing much worse."
There is that one tiny (not actually tiny) problem though... and now that he's remembered it, he'll have to explain before they go further.
"I won't lie; he has done questionable things to me. There's still some things that will always be different between a human and a vampire. No one can live as their property for six years and come out of it without... some hang-ups."
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Date: 2020-10-27 07:09 pm (UTC)I've been in some cages. None as long as you + not the same kind, but they make me mad.
What kind of hang ups?
She purses her lips, draws an arrow pointing to "not the same kind," and adds except here
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Date: 2020-10-28 02:21 pm (UTC)"When you're someone's slave, which..." he sighs, "I was. Having the luxury to say no is rare. My Master was kinder than most, but he still expected obedience. So, when you're expected to do things whether you like them or not, the best thing you can do is try to learn to like them. Or at least tolerate them.
"I've started to realize that I'll let people do things to me that, strictly speaking, I might not actually want or completely like but that I don't hate enough not to tolerate. And, well... I realize that's a breach of trust for a lot of people. No one here wants to be accidentally doing things to me that I don't one-hundred-percent want."
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small business card. On one side, a list of kinks he's into, on the other a list of his hard no's. He holds it out for her.
"That's why I have this. If I don't have the mental fortitude to say no during, then I can at least state my preferences up-front for people."
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Date: 2020-10-28 02:43 pm (UTC)This is a really good idea
I should get one
Qs?
1. Things you ♥ = things you need?
2. What things do you ♥ to give?
She's aware, as she holds out the tome for him to read, that this is getting slightly off the topic of "I'm a vampire's butler and/or sex slave because otherwise I'll be tortured to death" in favor of hornier topics, but it seems important. Important enough that he got cards printed.
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Date: 2020-10-28 03:32 pm (UTC)Honestly, Max is completely fine with moving on from the topic of his vampire Master, especially if it gets them back into sexier territory. Maybe the day can still be salvaged.
"I wouldn't say I need any of those things to the point that I can't get off without them. I get off a lot faster if you do them. Especially if you pay attention to my neck." If she ever kisses him there or uses her teeth that will become immediately apparent.
"A lot of what I love to receive, I love to give, too. One thing missing on that list, though, is oral. I'm told I'm pretty damn good at it." He flashes her a mischievous smile, daring her to find out for herself.
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Date: 2020-10-28 04:36 pm (UTC)You can talk. Writing is SLOW. If I had a card with "I like riding + hair pulling + vibrators" or "I used to be a test subject for a computer but I got out" things would be faster!
The mischievous smile gets a fuller laugh out her. She reaches out -- cautiously, still watching to make sure this is okay -- and runs her hand through his hair.
Oral, she signs, pointing at her mouth, yes. Big thumbs up.
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Date: 2020-10-28 05:29 pm (UTC)As much as he wants to dive right into the topic of oral and maybe dive into giving it, too, especially with the soothing way she's touching his hair (the touch makes him sigh contentedly), he can't help a new question coming to mind. This does seem like the best time to ask it.
"You can just sock me if this isn't appropriate to ask but... why don't you talk? You can obviously hear me."
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Date: 2020-10-28 05:43 pm (UTC)Born this way. Don't know what happened.
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Date: 2020-10-28 06:18 pm (UTC)BACK TO ORAL THEN.
"Anyway... uh. How about we get back to less talking and more doing other things with our mouths? You have my card so you can see for yourself, but I promise there nothing we've done so far I haven't been really into."
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Date: 2020-10-28 06:39 pm (UTC)Before she gets too distracted, though, she wants to add one thing in writing.
Thank you for telling me
She taps the words "thank you" and demonstrates the corresponding sign.
OK to ask me questions too.
We're here, not there. Let's do what we want.
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Date: 2020-10-30 04:06 pm (UTC)"Thank you for listening. It helps to have people who kind of... get it."
He mimics her motion for thank you. He does want to try to remember these.
"So, you like riding and hair pulling huh?" He digs his hands into her hair, not too hard yet, but testing the waters.
"That sounds like fun."
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Date: 2020-10-30 05:13 pm (UTC)Spreading her knees, she slides one of her hands down to cup his ass and pull him closer between her legs; now that she's up on the counter, the height difference is a lot more manageable.
She arches her back as his hands go into her hair, breaking into a grin. Yes, she signs enthusiastically.
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Date: 2020-11-01 04:02 am (UTC)That yes from her is a big green light. His fingers tighten in her hair and he pulls back, hard enough that if she doesn't fight it, her head will be pulled back too, all the better to expose her neck to the fiery line of kisses he intends to lay down there, on his way down to her collarbone and then to the top of her breasts where he can reach while her shirt is still on.
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Date: 2020-11-01 04:52 am (UTC)The neckline of the shirt she's wearing is loose enough to give him a little play, though not enough to get all the way to her breasts. Chell squeezes his hips between her knees and his ass in her hand, sighing happily at the touches.
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Date: 2020-11-01 11:23 pm (UTC)"I'll take mine off too."
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Date: 2020-11-01 11:52 pm (UTC)She lifts her arms to help when he moves to take the shirt off, leaving her in a plain gray bralette. Normally, she's not self-conscious about the scars on her left side, but since she already drew Max's attention to them earlier, it feels a little different to have them out in the open. Not bad, necessarily, just ... noticeable.
Still, as soon as she's shirtless, she reaches to help Max get out of his top, as well. It's as good an excuse as any to run her hands along his abs, after all.
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Date: 2020-11-03 01:01 am (UTC)Max makes quick work of unbuttoning his shirt, barely needing to look at what he's doing. Soon enough, it's open, exposing the white tank top beneath. He quickly shucks that off too, so he can have full license to play on his muscles.
"Touch me any way you want," he tells her.
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Date: 2020-11-03 01:32 am (UTC)More, she suggests with a grin. Then she leans in for a teasing kiss, catching his lower lip between her teeth, and reaches down to palm his cock through his trousers.
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