Put On Your Doll Face

She showed no fear, but not in defiance. It was acceptance, and deeper still, submission. She gave herself to him, her body, her mind, her very life as he towered over her dainty form. Duchess was in luck, he much preferred her devotion over her death. He didn’t know who she belonged to, didn’t care, she was easy and obviously desired him. Noir was easy to please. She reached up to him desperately, and the massive man obliged her request. He lowered himself beside her, his arm contoured to her form, keeping her close as she pushed against him and pressed her lips against his.

Noir grinned devilishly into her kiss, smart enough to realize this attention was not unique to him. She was easy, there was no fight nor struggle. She submit to his will as she would any man with a desire to indulge her. She knew her worth, and it was obvious in the flippant attitude towards her own life. Noir could see this plain as day, but ignored all of it. Didn’t matter, he had her beneath him again. ”Just your lips as payment?” He whispered against her jaw as he trailed his paw slowly over her ribs.