 After leaving Destiny to enjoy the rest of her stay at the Lair, Jeff enjoys a leisurely dinner and lingers over several drinks with a few of the Masters before being chauffeured, first by boat then car to his own private accommodation. Several hours later it is a very relaxed Jeff that enters the beautiful, scenic waterfront lodge on the mainland that is to be his home throughout the next 30 days.
After a quick perfunctory glance around the lower floor Jeff heads up the open plan staircase to his office, under no illusions that even while supposedly on holiday it is where the majority of his waking hours will be spent.
Helping himself to a large glass of one of Scotland's finest single malts from the abundantly well stocked bar in his office, he is extremely impressed by the more than generous hospitality extended by the Lair, from the state of the art equipment to the tasteful but minimal furnishings decorating each room.
On a sudden impulse Jeff flicks the switch of his computer on and almost instantly connects through to the Lair's live link up, only to be rewarded with the image of his formerly snooty wife, bound, spread eagled and being royally fucked!
Stunned, mouth agape, Jeff half falls and half sinks back into the comfortable leather executive chair behind him. Damn, this is even better that he had dared to hope for. Chuckling wickedly, as he feels himself stiffen, he wonders just what Destiny would say if she was aware that every precious moment she spends at the Lair is being surreptitiously digitally recorded at his request, for his future viewing pleasure, not to mention the occasional audience should he so desire, there would be no privacy for her, no hiding place.
Jeff settles back into the chair, drink in hand, his other hand brushing against the increasingly hard bulge in his trousers as he prepares to enjoy the entertainment starring his rather uncooperative wife. With his eyes fixated on the screen he watches as Mistress Rina's curvy but firm ass bounces against his wife's ample breasts. Almost choking as he sips on his drink, he suddenly glimpses the appendage protruding from Destiny's mouth. Now this is something he just has to get a better view of. With a flick of his wrist and a click of the computer's mouse, the camera-angle zooms in close to its target, clearly capturing the image of Destiny's juices and sweat covered face, her eyes wide, clouded with barely concealed desire as Mistress Rina continues with her fucking of the devilishly placed dildo.
It seems to Jeff from his vantage point that the harder the muscled Master positioned between Destiny's spread legs plunges his substantial girth into her freshly shorn pussy, the harder Mistress Rina rides his wife's face.
Jeff has been introduced to Mistress Rina on one of his many previous visits to the Lair and has been taken with her poise, grace and beauty, all of which belied the dangerous edge to her that simmered just below the surface of those qualities. He has to admit to weaving many a fantasy around her, and now to see her like this, and with his wife no less, is a dream brought to life!
Jeff's eyes travel southward to Destiny's spread pussy as Master Cain relentlessly plunders it, his full balls slapping against her plugged ass, each sure thrust harder than the previous, becoming so forceful they make both the occupants and the table rock precariously. Jeff can eventually stand it no longer, his hand freeing his restricted cock, wrapping around it, his own familiar rhythm changing to match that of Master Cain's, groaning loudly as he notices the fresh red and pink welts on his wife's body. There and then Jeff makes up his mind that whether she likes it or not, from now on Destiny would be taking an annual holiday courtesy of the Lair. After all, he can't have his dear wife slipping back into bad habits, can he now!
Jeff continues to concentrate on the screen and his own pleasure, only to be most pleasantly startled from his reverie by a pair of gentle but firm hands massaging his shoulders, and the unmistakable arousing scent of a distinctly feminine perfume invading his senses. Reaching up Jeff grips a hand, pulling his unexpected but very welcome guest around in front of him, drinking in the long dark red curls framing her pretty face and cascading down her body. "And you are?" The rhetorical question dies on his lips as the pretty submissive holds a finger up to his lips, silencing him, all apart from a small groan that manages to escape from him as she sinks to rest on her knees, pressing her soft mouth against his heavy balls, taking each one in turn into her mouth. Her skilled tongue caresses them slowly, soothing the ache, his burning length resting against the softness of her cheek, the redness of his hard flesh making a striking contrast next to her creamy skin.
She smiles almost shyly up at him, murmuring, "Caitlin, and yours Sir, for the duration of your stay, compliments of the Lair." She gently presses his thick shaft up against his belly, travelling along its length with long, slow licks of her silky tongue, tenderly massaging his full balls between her fingers. Jeff's grunts become instantly louder as her velvety lips slowly ascend, her ministrations causing his cock to harden to its fullest.
Caitlin wraps her slender fingers around the impressive thickness of Jeff's cock, stroking its length as her lips purse around his swollen cockhead, letting the pressure slowly force his cock past her lips, then pulling back, only to repeat the manoeuvre again, massaging his swollen head with her soft, glossy lips in this way as her hand continues with its erotic journey up and down his shaft.
Jeff squirms in his chair as he shifts his feet a little, attempting to control himself as her slow attentions stir his desire to near breaking point. Caitlin looks up at him, and as if reading his thoughts, finally allows her mouth to descend at last onto his cock, wrapping her lips tightly around its girth. Caitlin allows her tongue to swirl delicately around the underside of his hardened flesh with every fluid movement of her head, her fingers tightening around the base of his erect cock as her head rhythmically bobs up and down on him, and she savours her tasty treat.
Jeff grunts slowly as she purrs against his cock, his thick flesh smoothly gliding between her stretched pouting lips, one fluid movement causing his tool to thrust deeply into her waiting throat, her seductive purrs silenced as she accustoms herself to his cock's presence. Jeff releases another groan as Caitlin pauses for a moment, feeling him throb in her hungry mouth, feeling the weight of his girth resting against her soft, wet tongue, gulping and swallowing seductively around his invading shaft, the muscles of her throat massaging his rigid flesh as she slowly scratches her long nails along his thigh. Caitlin loudly slurps as she pulls back, her tightly pursed lips raking across Jeff's retreating flesh, a mischievous smile playing on her face as she raises her gaze to meet his, while wrapping her hand around his thickened shaft once more, slowly stroking its length against her cheek, feeling the rampant flesh glide across her face and palm.
"Feed me," she coos throatily, running her tongue along the underside of his tool, licking and sucking on his heavy balls again with her full lips, at the same time massaging his throbbing cockhead with her palm, moaning in delight as she feels her skin become sticky and slick with Jeff's precum.
A low groan sounds dangerously deep in Jeff's throat, in response, utterly lost to Caitlin's ministrations as she traces the same path back up his flesh, her swirling tongue tracing the veins along the shaft, fluidly sucking his cock back into her mouth, eagerly devouring it, letting her throat be invaded by his thick tool once more. Her teasing now over, Caitlin begins to work him over in earnest.
Jeff's body tenses as she begins to furiously bob her head in quick fluid motions, her head swivelling only slightly on every down stroke, her soft lips insistently massaging his hardened flesh, demanding his hot seed, her fingers coaxing his balls tenderly.
A loud moan precipitates Jeff's mind shattering climax, his hot load squirting violently into Caitlin's hungry mouth, her surprise only momentary before she encases his spasming cock within her throat, her chin digging lightly into his tensing cum laden balls. Jeff feels every muscle in his stomach clench as he unleashes his thick, creamy load into Caitlin's belly, watching her gorge on his gift, feeling her swallow intermittently.
Finally after a long moment, she slowly moves her head back, letting Jeff's spent flesh slowly emerge from between her glistening lips, a satisfied smile on her face as she curls up at his feet, throatily whispering, "Thank you for giving me your cum." Her eyes lowered, suddenly all shy and demure for someone who just had his cock in her mouth!
"Oh no, thank you!" Jeff countered. "And please, allow me to return the favour…with interest!"
With that Jeff guides her over to the generously padded leather armchair by the french doors of his office. Although half expecting the gesture, Caitlin's body starts involuntarily, as she feels the silk material of her dress pressing against her at the urging of Jeff's hand, before feeling its strong grip on her shoulder, beckoning her to turn around. Caitlin instantly obliges, looking up into Jeff's handsome face, taking in the playful smile on his lips, the shadow of a subtle trace of unshaved stubble on his jaw.
Caitlin coyly returns Jeff's smile, unsurprised as his large hands sneak into the folds of her dress, eliciting a delicious shiver from her as his cool palms glide across her hot flesh. The soft whisper of silk follows as Caitlin's dress pools to the floor in a black puddle, Jeff's head tilting down to playfully lick her full lips before nudging her back onto the chair, forcing her to either sit or fall.
Caitlin tilts her head up a bit more in order to study this enigmatic man she has been sent to serve, admiring the way his dark hair is combed recklessly along his scalp, the sculpted muscles of his torso, her study coming to an abrupt end as she spies the most impressive hard on Jeff is sporting again. All further speculation escapes her as Jeff kneels down in front of her, parting her thighs with practised ease, using only the back of his hand on her knee to accomplish his task.
Jeff looks up at Caitlin, smiling in amusement, his eyes drilling into hers accusingly as he notices the beginnings of moisture on the folds of her pussy. Caitlin tries hard not to blush, but knows by the heat suffusing her cheeks that she's failed, a wave of excitement rushing through her as Jeff's eyes feast on her flesh, the tingle shooting straight to her nipples, causing the treacherous buds to harden, betraying her all too obvious desire. Jeff hums softly as he inclines his head closer, letting his warm breath wash over her heated folds, his fingers slowly slipping over Caitlin's slick, sensitive flesh, parting her silken lips with the pad of his finger, caressing the pink flesh within.
Caitlin gasps softly, her thighs parting wider as she surrenders herself to what's to come. Jeff lowers himself a little more, the action unfolding on the computer monitor completely forgotten as his fingers slowly continue their exploration of Caitlin's silken pussy, gathering a shiny coating of her excitement as he dips a single digit into the threshold of her warm opening.
Caitlin whimpers loudly with longing, biting on her lower lip as she arches her body instinctively, her long silken hair caressing her skin as it flows off of her chest, revealing her great breasts in all their glory, her nipples dark, hard, and aching to be touched. Jeff brushes his cheek lightly against the tender flesh of her inner thigh, letting Caitlin's creamy skin feel the slight sting from his stubble before replacing the sensation with a light kiss from his lips. Jeff moves his tongue to slide from between his parted lips, gently lapping at Caitlin's pale flesh with purposeful slowness, splaying his fingers as he begins to simultaneously rub the outside of her moist folds.
Caitlin moans in frustration, rolling her hips subtly, her eyes closed as she tilts her head back against the chair, the scent of the new leather assaulting her senses. Jeff smiles as he feels her body warming to his touch, the unmistakable aroma of her arousal pervading his senses, the moisture on her pussy becoming more apparent as his head moves closer to her centre. With quick precision Jeff's splayed fingers pause their rubbing, instead parting Caitlin's tender folds, granting him a full view of her wet hole, his tongue firmly dipping against the tender pink flesh, lapping slowly up and down her silky slit.
Caitlin inhales deeply, drawing in a sharp breath as the first jolt of pleasure assaults her body with the contact of Jeff's tongue on her heated pussy, releasing it in a long frustrated moan as he slips a single digit into her quivering opening, her juice coated walls clenching around his finger greedily. Jeff grins, watching for a moment as his finger disappears into her hot depths, entranced as it reappears glistening with her juices. He begins lapping firmly at the smooth skin around her slippery folds, a second finger joining the first as Caitlin begins to roll her hips to the rhythm of his probing digits, her movements joined by the soft moans of the delight.
He presses the fleshy pads of his fingers firmly against her velvety walls, letting his fingers caress the hot, wet flesh from within with every invading thrust, altering their position only slightly so that the exquisite sensation is never in the same place twice.
Renewed moans and a more frantic rocking of Caitlin's hips communicate the success of his efforts, his tongue mercilessly focusing around the tender skin framing her hooded clit, taking extra care to do no more than brush delicately against the fleshy hood, never the sensitive clit itself.
Caitlin suddenly cries out sharply, her back arching once more, her walls clenching so tightly around his probing fingers, her body aching for the sweet release that Jeff's treacherous teasing denies her. A soft moan of disappointment leaves Caitlin's parted lips as Jeff's fingers pause, then slowly retreat from her hot depths; the reprieve from stimulation not lasting for very long as she feels his moist finger swirl playfully against the rosebud of her tightest hole, a sharp gasp escaping her as the new sensation is soon followed by that of Jeff's long tongue stiffly delving into her pussy.
Jeff presses his finger a little more insistently against the tight opening of her ass, feeling Caitlin relax slightly against his probing, his well lubricated finger adding to the already ever present traces of dripping juices. As if on cue, Caitlin's breathing becomes slightly more ragged, the movement of her hips more insistent against his face as he struggles to continue pushing his stiffened tongue in and out of her soaking hole, the taste of her arousal intoxicating.
Jeff's free hand glides purposefully over Caitlin's stomach. His palm moving swiftly over skin that's now flushed with a light sheen of perspiration, his fingers curl around the contours of her shapely breast, as he digs them lightly into her flesh, his thumb toying with the stiff nipple, erotically torturing the hard bud with light flicks of his fingernail.
Caitlin's cries become more frequent, more heated as Jeff plays her body like a lascng hivious instrument, her body flushed with heat and pleasure as her desire rises to a feverpitch.
All at once Jeff moves in for the kill, his probing finger pressing slowly forward into her tightest orifice, the fingers of his other hand coming together to pinch her tortured nipple with a blissfully painful sharpness, his lips pursing lightly around her aching clit as his tongue begins its merciless assault on the hard pink nub.
The tide of Caitlin's release rushes forward, like a dam bursting. She arches up off the chair, the sound of her heartbeat pounding against her ears as she takes in one long, ragged breath. Her body tenses deliciously as she revels in the moment the sensations pitch her off the edge. After what seems like a blissful eternity later, her breath leaves her in a shameless scream of pleasure, her body wracked with waves of orgasmic release.
Her eyes slam shut instantly, dazzling lights invading the darkness beneath their lids as she feels the fire of her release ease away her tension. Like a limp rag doll, Caitlin drops back to the chair, panting heavily, cheeks flushed and hot, her body spasming intermittently with the ebbing tide of pleasure as Jeff's tongue gently laps against her soft folds, collecting his reward and coaxing her orgasm to its fullest.
As Caitlin's eyes flutter open and slowly refocus she laughs throatily, her amusement sparked by the sight of Jeff grinning up at her from between her obscenely parted thighs, his face wet and glistening with her juices.
"Mmmm that was very nice," she whispers huskily, grinning at her own understatement. Jeff grins broadly back, "And I haven't even had the pleasure of fucking you yet, a situation I plan to immediately rectify!"
Jeff unceremoniously sheds the rest of his clothes before grabbing Caitlin's hand, everything else forgotten for the time being as he half pulls, half drags her into the master bedroom. Pushing her gently back onto the huge gothic style four poster bed that dominates the entire room, Jeff's eyes roam all over Caitlin's nude body, pleased that it has remained so flushed and hot from his earlier touches. She reaches out for him, endeavouring to pull him closer to her, but Jeff looms over her, his large hands gripping both her wrists, pinning them above her head, eliciting moans of wanton protest from her at the renewed throbbing in her pussy, and the burning sensation running up and down the length of her spine. He leans in kissing Caitlin deep and hard, taking great care to touch only her lips, aware it would drive her crazy. Languidly moving from her lips Jeff kisses an erotic wet path down Caitlin's body, his mouth only leaving her flesh long enough to murmur, "Keep your hands there." He resumes his kisses, leaving a cool trail behind on her body as Caitlin feels her crotch grow ever warmer, pulsating with awareness as she twists from side to side, in a vain attempt to rub her body against Jeff in the most overtly sexual way possible.
Jeff continues downward, only touching her with his lips, dropping kisses onto the top of Caitlin's heaving breast, slowly circling the most sensitive part but never touching it, his tongue drawing invisible patterns on its full slope. She arches up trying to force his mouth to settle on that very spot, only to growl in frustration as her efforts are thwarted by Jeff studiously avoiding it. His erotic journey continues down over the swell of her lower abdomen, stopping only to plant a kiss on her cute belly button, running his tongue over it as he then passes it by. Continuing down, Jeff teasingly kisses the insides of Caitlin's spread thighs, carefully biting then blowing to ease the sting, looking up at her observing her moaning heatedly and squirming as though unable to stay motionless, her hands still placed above her head, making her breasts jut out in a blatant invitation. Jeff's hands reach up to pinch her aroused nipples while using the tip of his tongue to part her cleanly shaven pussy, enabling him access to her fully engorged clit yet again. The gliding friction forces her desire higher and sensitises Caitlin until she feels as if her skin is lined with raw nerve endings. She writhes happily within Jeff's grasp, her body matching the heat radiating from within her as she trembles in direct response to his touch. Jeff flicks his tongue, once, twice, each time Caitlin's hips jerking upwards, the direct stimulation overwhelming coming so soon after her earlier orgasm.
She moans out a barely comprehendible, "please, please… fuck me…" just as Jeff takes the flesh of her shoulder into his mouth, chewing, biting, and sucking gently on it. The warm wetness of his mouth sending flickering tongues of desire licking inwardly throughout Caitlin's body. Her pussy flames with impatient need as she thrusts herself upwards towards Jeff, her thighs parting wider. His fingers press downwards over her mound, before curling under it into the softer, hotter recesses of her pussy. Caitlin arches her back, pressing her head against his shoulders as Jeff's fingers touch the delicate flesh of her clit, probing behind it into the crevice of her slit. He feels along the contours of her dew covered lips, moving steadily towards the rim of her entrance, his fingertips rubbing hard little circles just at the firm opening before dipping into Caitlin's pussy with quickly repeated jabs. Her legs spread wider, her body thrashes from side to side in paroxysms of delight, all the while deep groans and pleadings of lust tumbling from her parted lips.
Jeff suddenly rolls underneath Caitlin, flipping her astride him, straddling his thighs, her pussy nestled on his cock. Locking eyes with him, she leans over and for a brief moment Jeff thinks she is going to speak but instead she delights him by kissing him hard on the mouth, her tongue sneaking its way past his lips to coil around his. Jeff's senses reel; Caitlin's kiss warm and hard, tasting of nothing but lust and desire, her hand simultaneously reaching for his cock. Roughly she jerks him, pulling the skin so hard that it hurts, before mounting him almost brutally, impaling herself on his bulbous cock. Caitlin moans as the pressure grows inside her, the tight walls of her hole stretching around it, gripping his hard length with her pussy lips. A rush of intolerable delight and a surge of delicious fullness fill Caitlin as she slides down on Jeff's rigid shaft, engulfing his stiff member to the hilt. Caitlin drops to its base rocking back and forth, Jeff's hips bouncing erratically, the angle of her body rotating her clit, and flattening it with each impact as their body's mesh together. Sharp knives of excitement stab into the pit of her stomach, twisting among the writhing nerves surrounding the bulging head of Jeff's cock deeply buried in her.
Caitlin's voice is no more than a hoarse whisper as she begs for Jeff, "fuck me hard… please…" Her words may have been barely audible but the movements of her body spoke volumes, Jeff senses that she was nearly at her climax from the short, gasping breaths emitting from her, the pleasure of the sensations enveloping her body and mind written all over her face. Her movements become sharper, pressing down on Jeff even more forcefully, then jerking forward, fast, hard, moving to the pulsating rhythm of her imminent climax, only halting to poise for a moment at the point of no return before hungrily slamming down on his hard cock, again the slow slide up, again the hard slam down. Caitlin's eyes lock back on Jeff's as she picks up the pace, fucking him so hard and fast that it was impossible for Jeff to co-ordinate his movements with hers.
Jeff's hips buck, but Caitlin's buck faster, it is almost as if they are two Olympic sprinters, each with an eye on the finishing line, just a few yards ahead. Suddenly Jeff's entire world melts around him, the first cataclysmic shockwave splitting his balls wide open, tearing through the very heart of his cock, erupting into Caitlin's convulsing body, wave after intense wave of mind blowing ecstasy reducing his body to liquid rubber.
Jeff clutches Caitlin's hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, feeling her thrusts become faster and faster until her entire body suddenly holds stock still, both of them crying out in exquisite orgasmic joy. Caitlin's head filled with an internal roar like the rushing of an unrestrained river, streaks of dazzling colour dancing before her eyes. Her thighs tighten on Jeff, knees pressing into his sides, screaming out at the flurry of sensations his hardness is invoking in her, as she grinds wildly on the boulder-like prominence of Jeff's pelvic arch. Her entire body flames in heat and awareness of his strength and the depth of penetration of his intruding shaft.
Convulsive tremors shake through Caitlin, her pussy contracting spasmodically, her eyes slammed shut as she throws her head back in gratification, her orgasm blinding her and blocking out all external sounds. As her contractions lessen and her body begins to relax, Jeff slips his hands under her armpits, lifting her upper torso. With Caitlin's belly stretched taut, Jeff thrusts into her like a man possessed, rocking her fiercely on the pivot of his still bone-hard cock. The new onslaught of friction plunges Caitlin into a renewal of her orgasm, feeling the throbbing of Jeff's swelling cock as it pumps its heat into the deepest recesses of her ultra sensitive pussy. Unabashedly she screams out her pleasure, her cries echoing Jeff's own, her voice undulating with the intensity of her reaction to his stimulation. A body wracking convulsion suddenly rips through Caitlin, lifting her so far in the air that Jeff's length slides from inside her soaked depths, collapsing onto his stomach, spurting its last gasps of cream onto his belly. He pulls Caitlin to him and into his arms, staring into her clear green lust filled eyes as his mouth crushes down on hers, sharing a lingering passionate kiss.
Finally they lay breathless, side-by-side on the huge bed, neither of them speaking or moving, unwilling to be the one that breaks the spell, both drifting off into an exhausted sleep. Somewhere, several hours later, in the back of Jeff's mind a clock chimes the late hour, he stirs feeling Caitlin shift ever so slightly trying not to disturb him as she gathers the covers that had fell unnoticed to the floor so much earlier, and proceeding to pull them over their naked bodies. Jeff rolls over, encircling Caitlin back into his arms, feeling her naked torso slick with salty sweat and the erotic evidence of their respective orgasms. Caitlin's arm, although locked between their spent bodies, manages to reach out and squeeze Jeff's shaft as he gently kisses and nuzzles against her before falling back into a deep sound sleep, his wife and the Lair nothing but a distant hazy memory, both of them blissfully unaware of their captive audience.
Agonisingly slowly the camera moves upwards, tantalisingly revealing more and more of a finely honed mature male body until at last his handsome features slip into focus. A stunned gasp of shock and disbelief escapes from Destiny as she struggles to blink back the tears that are threatening to spill from her eyes while at the same time fighting to swallow back the wave of hysteria steadily rising in her chest. With her eyes glued to the screen, Destiny's thoughts become every bit as fragmented as her emotions. To her complete and utter surprise it isn't the humiliation of watching her husband copulating with another female; it isn't even that fact that she has been coerced into being an unwilling voyeur to his infidelity that unexpectedly hurt her so much. It is the fact that he was making love to the little slut and clearly enjoyed every moment of it, in a way he never had to Destiny, not even on their expensive honeymoon in Rome, when their passions should have been at their peak. If it had just been a lust fuelled fuck Destiny had been subjected to viewing, she could have coped with that, but to witness Jeff worship another female's body with such reverence was far worse than any of the physical torture inflicted by Master Cain and Mistress Rina as she was positive they had intended.
By her own admission, Destiny is no angel either; she has experienced a few dalliances of her own. There have been the handsome male masseuse at the elitist gym club she belongs to, what that man couldn't do with his hands wasn't worth knowing, followed closely by a brief affair with the energetic tennis coach Jeff had hired for her one summer, seemingly completely ignorant of the fact that his wife was becoming fitter off the court than on it and lastly, clichéd as though it was, there has been the pool boy, the less said about that the better, to name but a few. Destiny is also pretty sure Jeff has indulged in his fair share of indiscretions too, but this really is just too much, this takes it to a whole new level.
Destiny glares at the screen her eyes full of fire as she struggles to keep a tight rein on the simmering cauldron of emotions raging through her lest they should overwhelm her. A band of steely resolve forms within Destiny, her mind made up, if that's the way the bastard wants to play it, so be it, but he will learn the hard way that two can play at that game. A weak smile curls Destiny's lips as she contemplates giving Jeff a taste of his own medicine, as of yet unsure how, but she has plenty of time stretching out in front of her at the Lair to ponder his fate as well as her own. She fully intends to see if there is any merit to the expression 'revenge is a dish best served cold' by exacting her own particular unique brand of it.
Meanwhile, in his study Master Dusk peruses the stack of paperwork liberally scattered across his desk totally unperturbed by the late hour. Truth be told, he much prefers to work at night when most of the Lair has fallen eerily silent, only the sounds of various creakings and groans that always seem to be part of the fixtures and fittings of these ancient buildings disturbing the silence - although occasionally the stillness of the night will also be shattered by the pleasing scream or two of a well punished slave.
As Master Dusk stands up to file some documents he casts a nonchalant glance at the numerous CCTV monitors lining the better part of one wall. His eyes are instantly drawn to one of the screens in the punishment chamber. He perceives a rather subdued Destiny, head downcast but eyes raised, clearly captivated by something or someone he can't himself yet see. What a contrast to the self-opinionated spoiled wildcat that has disgraced herself in this very room previously. With the push of a couple of buttons Master Dusk is soon surveying the same scene as Destiny, the only difference being that he instantly recognises the unsuspecting movie stars on the screen. He grins broadly at the devious workings of Cain's mind, guessing correctly that he must have set this particular little gem up, as he had no prior knowledge of it.
Master Dusk stands there in front of the collection of screens; his attention held by only one, his arms folded across his broad chest, the slight bulge pressing against the crotch of his jeans the only betrayal of his true feelings, curious as to what Destiny's reaction will be when the identity of the 'male lead' is finally revealed. As he suspected he doesn't have long to wait, keenly alert he watches as Destiny's body stiffens, every muscle taut and tense even after the physical exertions Master Cain and Mistress Rina subjected her to earlier. Her body begins to bristle with barely concealed animosity, her fingers interlock tighter behind her head and her knuckles whiten as the unmistakably familiar features of her husband, rapt in ecstasy, come into view. Master Dusk's lips crease into a slight smile, the feeling of self-righteous indignation emitting from Destiny almost tangible, unable to believe his eyes. He had expected her to go off like a weapon of mass destruction, this dignified silence she was maintaining, albeit with an obvious struggle, was so much more than he expected of her.
Watching her intently Master Dusk wonders just what thoughts are playing through her mind as her face once again composes itself into an expressionless mask. Unexpectedly intrigued he fleeting wonders if maybe he has misjudged Destiny, maybe there is more depth to her than he has initially credited her with but one thing he is now sure of, he fully intends to keep close eye on her from now on.
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