Remnant of the Past

Jaden Ohanzee · 10-06-2012, 02:40 AM

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She heeded his demand mercifully. It was hard to admit but far less so after looking back on some of the other aspects of his being dominated. She did not fear him. She had no ulterior motive he could think of besides mercy on an obviously defenseless soul. Had he still been in the proper mindset to analyze her, he would have likely pinned that falsely as a show of affection. But as he was, he only felt shallow gratitude. For all that had seemed to betray him his own body giving without his desire would have been a brand new sort of pain.

She still sat on him even after releasing his manhood. The same claw used slipped into his in another alien show of affection. Her hips moved too but he did not struggle this time. He preferred she held his hand and teased with her hips than the alternative. But he didn’t answer her meaningless remarks or questions. Even slightly broken there were still pointless parts of his male pride that would not be disclosed lightly. Things like his last night with a woman. But he couldn’t dodge everything she said. When asked about the daggers Jaden could think of no reason to lie. Obviously she knew him to be lying thus far. To continue to do so would only paint himself as even more of a fool and insult his captor’s intelligence. They were… taken from me, his gaze wavered for a second as he felt shame for admitting it but soon enough returned to glare in a displeased manner at the woman. Taken because they were yours and because they represented our… friendship… it was the closest word he could think of, …taken by my alpha because she despises you. This would be the first time he spoke of her as above himself but it felt correct. With nothing else to say, he waited for a response from his captor.

Jaden does. Jaden speaks. Jaden thinks.

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