~The Doll~

Part 2

Below the katana the fire was high, the blaze lit the great room creating an umbra of moving shadows & shapes. The man sitting in the high backed chair sipping the drink was alone with his thoughts. Eyes were slowly shifting from the fire to the polished black sheath of the sword on the mantle, then back to the fire again. The fire, he could feel it, he could feel the heat. The sword, he could feel its power...


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Standing at the end of the bed, his gaze was upon the smiling face of the woman feigning innocence. Their smiling eyes met, his becoming boarder. She then knew it was mock, this man was different from the others. Hers slowly melted away as she realized that he was not going to lap at the delights she offered to him, as the others did for her.

His mocking smile turned to seriousness as he slipped a hand to the inner suit coat pocket. For the first time she noticed how well dressed this man really was, with the red & black tie accentuated the clean white shirt, and the dark suit he wore, which seemed to smolder. Her eyes observed him retrieve the surgical gloves from the inner pocket of the suit coat.

"Roll over and stick your bottom up."

He said this in a low tone that was commanding, she simply knew she dare not defy, as the gloves made a definite snap. Pausing momentarily, as if weighing her options, she slowly turned and rolled over while continuing to calculate her position with this man. Slowly drawing knees under her, raising her bottom as she was requested to do. She bit her lower lip as a thought came to her mind. Was it a request or a command?

"Face down bottom high for me, little lady."

Complying with the command, her breathing began to pick up pace. The smile gave way to the unexpected erotic anticipation that had suddenly appeared on this scene. It was a command, yes it was a definitely command that she would not dare defy on this night. As she slowly moved into the position, she softly uttered to herself in an exhale the words.

"A tatsujin."

~The Doll~

Part 1

The sword on the mantle, a katana. Something about the slim curved blade affected him, a magnificent piece.

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Laying naked on the bed, the sheets white, clean, & crisp. Oriental, Japanese to be exact. Japanese women seemed peculiarly sensual to him. The jet black hair fell upon the shoulders accentuating the pearl white porcelain skin, unblemished.

The jaw line was well defined, the neck slender white with a collar necklace cutting horizontally. Soft shoulders grave way to pert little breasts with pink nipple that stood erect. Her belly was flat with muscular hints, trailing to the slender smooth legs. a petite woman as most orientals seemed to be. She was crisp, clean & youthful although likely in her early thirties. Looking up, her ruby painted lips cracked an inviting smile.

"You hungry?"

A simple sexual statement statement as she spread her legs exposing her bare folds that were neatly shaved clean & very smooth. His eyes narrowed as he feasted upon the beauty spread before him.

"You taste." The words came out lightly with a girlish giggle.

The oriental beauty spread her legs more as she pulled her knees up slightly. The man reacted to the invitation with little emotion, tilting his head slightly moving to the foot of the bed not resisting the admiration of the pure cleanliness of her feminine fruits splayed before him.

Arching her back seemingly accentuating her erotic power, thinking she was in control of this... "Gentleman."

The Chateau