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Laying in bed, Saffron reflected upon the moment at hand, she poured another whiskey for herself, but left the man beside her to sleep for a moment. Slowly, she sipped the fiery liquor and smiled as it warmed her. Neat bourbon was hardly her drink of choice, but she didn't exactly object to its sharp sting, either.

Noted as one of the most exotic and skilled employees of Mad House, Saffron merited one of the large rooms on the top floor. A long, ponderous moment passed as she gazed out her open window. Hot, dry air lazily oozed through it, but from up here she could see the mountains. When the end of her drink was near, she up-ended it in order to retrieve all that remained in it, and set down the heavy bottomed glass hard.

The man next to her stirred, and grunted, but did not wake. He had not been to her liking, but he had not been a bad customer. His hair was a little longer than she liked, and his body was dry from riding in the dust. Still, he had not been a poor lover. For an instant, she wondered why someone like him would come to someone like her, but she quickly remembered that it was often a matter of ease, of convenience, or just one of simplicity.

Swinging her legs off the edge of the mattress, Saffron sat up and stood in a single smooth motion, pausing a moment to stretch. Crossing the room to the linen shelf, she took a wash cloth and submerged it in the washtub beneath it. The water was cold, but it was fine. With the wet cloth in her hand, she washed her chest of the large, sticky splashes where he had discharged. She massaged her left breast for a long moment, sighing at the window and gazing blankly across the desert.

A moment later, she returned to the wall next to her shelf. Casting a glance to the left, she made sure he was still asleep, and slipped her fingers behind the painting. She input the combination to the small carousel of her lock, and opened the safe with a soft metallic clank. Inside, she took her favorite glass and looked between the liquor bottles. This was where she kept her her good liquor. Opting for gin over scotch, she poured a glass for herself, adding a large olive from the small jar and feeling luxuriant. Silently closing the safe and returning the cover to its place on the wall, Saffron wandered back toward the window.

Pacing around the room with a drink always helped her take the edge off after an inconclusive evening. The bag he had insisted on bringing in with him was hanging open, unlatched. It had been locked when he brought it in, but he must have left it open when he got his own whiskey out. She was very curious about the satchel, she knew better than to go through a customer's things. Instead she picked up his gun belt, and ran her thumb over each of the bullets, secured snugly in their loops. Two shots for his revolver were missing. For a long, lip-biting breath she wondered how he had lost them.

With one hand holding her naked breast she closed her eyes and set down the belt. The loud thud of the bullets hitting the floor would certainly have been enough to wake Daisy in the room below her if she had not obviously been hard at work, but the man in her bed just snored on. Not even the slightly scratchy tones of her victrola interrupted his quaint snoring.

Next, Saffron returned to her night stand, and reached under it to the false bottom where she kept her own gun. Even flopping down on the bed, bouncing her partner halfway out of it didn't seem to disturb him, but the sound of her spinning the carousel of a revolver called his consciousness up from the depths of slumber.

In a second, his hand was tightly wrapped around her wrist, and pinned it to the headboard. His right hand lashed out in instinct and seized her by the throat. Saffron knew how to hold her gun, and still it nearly dropped from her hand when he slammed her into the wall above the bed. Instead, the impact of both hands and a gun shook the windows and dislodged a painting, which crashed to the ground, breaking a frame.

Seeing that the chamber was empty, he relaxed his grip for a moment. Reflexively, Saffron grinned at him as he asked, “Whad'ja think yer doin' with that, honey?”

Saffron fluttered her eyes as she said “Oh, I was just thinking about cleaning it. You were really asleep there, so I thought I had some time to kill.” Even as she said it, it tasted of lies. After the whiskey, the gunbelt and falling on the bed, she knew a surefire way to wake him.

“Glad to hear you take care of her,” he said, eyeing the elegant weapon which she had quite recently polished to a shine.

“I certainly do,” she said, and paused. A quiet moment later, she asked “Mind letting me down from here?”

“Certainly, Miss,” he told her as he allowed her to wriggle from his grasp.

“Thank you kindly, Mister… uh, Mister?” Saffron realized as she spoke that she had never heard him say his name.

“Shannon. Douglas Shannon,” He told her in the same soft growl he spoke with earlier that evening, when she had brought him up to her room.

For a moment Saffron lost her verbal footing, and her mouth fell open for half an instant before she spoke. “Douglas Shannon, the gunslinger?” she asked.

“Heard a' me?” he asked.

“Well, yes,” she said, caressing his thigh again.

Douglas' eyes roamed back to her long muzzled revolver, and said “Fine weapon.”

“I'd love to have a look at yours, sometime,” she said, eyeing the sheets above his cock as they started changing shape, “No, I've seen that one...”

“Checked 'em at the door with that girl, uh… Ruby.”

“...House rules,” Saffron said as she turned out the lamp by the bed. She stood up and looked back at him smiling, her nude figure in silhouette against the lantern in the corner, “Come on.”

“Where are we going?” he asked her, while standing up in a single smooth motion.

“To have a look at your guns, where else?” she asked.

“Not right now,” he said, arresting her by the arm.

Saffron turned and took Mr. Shannon by the other arm, looked him in the eye, and asked “Why the hell not?”

“I'm tired,” he said, adjusting the sheets, “Put out that lantern.”

She did as he asked, and nothing more was said. In a few moments, the dull rumble of his snoring picked up exactly where it had left off, and Saffron returned to her quiet contemplation. An hour had gone, then another, and Saffron was still not asleep. In the full moon's bright light, she could see the erect peak he made in the sheets, and she wanted more of it. Once she was certain that he slept, she arose and quietly slipped her kimono over her shoulders, fastening it as she crossed the threshold to the hallway. Still, after what they had done, she thought with a smirk that he would probably turn out to be a repeat customer. Still sweaty from the heat of her room, Saffron found both her boredom and her tension very unsavory.

After slipping on a silk kimono, she silently crept to the door and opened it delicately. The sakura print kimono had been a gift from a favorite customer. Saffron padded softly through the hall, listening to the sounds of the other girls with their nightly partners were varied in volume and enthusiasm. She paused outside of Clara's room, listening to the small, blonde girl moan, growl, and blaspheme as she was audibly fucked. Probably from behind, the way she liked it.

Dull light flickered from the deteriorating lamps, hanging from the ceiling. Each of them dangled by thick chains, hanging low enough that a few of the boys and some of the taller customers had to duck as they passed them. It was 3:06 in the morning and the lobby was empty, but for the new girl at the front desk. Saffron thought she was quite striking. Short, with golden hair, and a very cute butt. Her vibrant blue eyes charmed most people instantly. It had certainly worked on Saffron.

“Evening, Ruby.”

“Morning, Saffron. What can I do for you?”

“I'm having a bit of a problem...” Saffron said coyly.

“Oh, sweetie I'm sorry. What kind of problem?”

“I could just really use the company of a man. Actually, anyone with a hard cock. Could you check the book, and see who's available?”

Sounding a bit disappointed, Ruby said “Sure thing,” as she pulled a dusty tome from under the desk. She opened it instantly to the correct page, and scanned its lines of data quickly, but carefully. “Looks like Harley's available tonight. Also James... and Domingo.”

Saffron thanked her, feeling her thighs starting to become slippery. She leaned around the desk and aimed a deep, wet thank you kiss at Ruby's lips. The girl was so surprised that she stared at her, completely wide eyed, throughout the whole six seconds.

With that Saffron scampered up the stairs to the second floor. Men's boarding was in the north wing. She turned right at the landing, and pushed through the heavy double doors. From the left, she heard the telltale groan and bellow that accompanied Frederick's orgasm. He loved to show off for the ladies he bedded, but, it didn't do that much for Saffron.

Passing Domingo's room, she heard a powerful snore. He'd broken his nose defending a some of the girls and a couple other boys from puritanicals at the tavern. Now it made his breath stilted and snortish when he slept. Finding it cute, but ultimately not that attractive, she kept walking the dimly lit hall toward James' room. James was her new favorite. He was young, but powerful. Slim and sinewy, with a muddy blonde hair. Kept his beard as closely shaven as she kept every inch of herself, since it did not yet grow in as well as he – or his clientele – would have preferred. Saffron loosened the tie on her kimono, and lightly tapped on his door. Hazel eyes and a welcoming smile greeted her. As he stepped aside, she stepped inside. Soft silk dropped to the floor, and she felt her body tingle against his as he embraced her.

“Morning,” he said quietly as she dropped to her knees.

Saffron moved gracefully in all things, gently kicking the door closed as she descended. In an explosive moment of passion, she took him in her mouth, and sucked enthusiastically. Her head tilted upward as she pulled back from each forward drive, pressing her tongue firmly to the underside of him. After a moment, she pulled away with a wet popping sound, looked up at him, saying “Good morning.”

“Yeah...” James said, gasping a little. Saffron knew what he liked.

“Did you have a nice night?” she asked, maintaining unblinking eye contact and jerking his cock at a steady pace.

“I did, actually. He was nice to look at. Got nice and hard. Didn't take forever to finish.”

“Good combination.”

“We even did it twice.”

“Wish mine would do that a little more often.”

He just laughed at this, holding his own against the assault of pleasure she was bathing his hard cock in. He took hold of her, then tossed her onto his bed. Saffron's fingers ran smoothly through his curled red hair, until she took hold of it, pulling him down, grinding his face into her soft breast. When his tongue regained its senses, it started licking her erect nipple, lips sealed around it. Saffron moaned in extreme delight, but that moan was quickly stifled by a gasp. His fingers had found her clit, and they had found it wet.

For a moment, he massaged her, and seconds into that moment, he sank two of them deep into her. Fucking her hard with straightened fingers, he watched a glassy film of water appear in her eyes as he deeply penetrated her. Once she began to bite her lip, he curled his fingers upward, feeling a new texture, and a small rush of wetness. Moving his fingers as delicately and independently as if he were playing a harp, he felt her begin to tense up inside. Her body flexed, spasmed, and tried hard to force him out of her, but she was unable. Another rush of fluid soaked his hand when he finally extracted his it from her – his metacarpals sore from her strength.

James also knows her, and that in these moments, she doesn't like to be kept waiting. Leaning against the heap of bedding at the back of his mattress, Saffron spread her legs for him. Closing tightly around him in a perfect 'x', they pushed his rigid shaft into her with intention. He sank into her, ignoring the look of pleasure she gave him, curling downward with a slight snarl.

Saffron's nipples were as hard as they'd be had she been encased in ice, yet the room was hot, filled by the southern summer wind, and dry, desert air. The steam of his breath brushed her breasts, but they did not thaw. His hot, wet tongue circled her right nipple. Brushing the tip with his nose, he flared his nostrils in another soft, nasal growl before fastening his lips tightly onto it again.

The emotional and sexual draw he emits was nearly palpable. Saffron had never found him more appealing than she did in that moment. She had been a good whore to the man in her own bed, and she had enjoyed it – despite having been left unsatisfied by it in many ways. James' touch was fiery, electrifying, ionizing.

Sharp claws ran across her back. Down her leg, then back up it again. He made it feel like he was dragging razors across her, but he had never cut her. Not even a scratch, nor a tiny mistake. As he worked in her, a warm, tickling pleasure made it's home beneath Saffron's belly. Pulsing, lusting fury caused muscular contraction that bordered on convulsion. At first they were occasional, but powerful. They came unexpectedly between halted breath. Quickly gaining speed and power, she was a sex crazed runaway train, a libidinous juggernaut accelerating toward inevitable orgasm and when she finally came, it was miraculous…

Unfit to return to her room – and the company of a guest – Saffron made for the baths. With a sex drive that is rarely – if ever – sated, Saffron was surprised at her momentary satisfaction. Intensity of sexual appetite is a stereotype of her people, but her appetite is an aberration even by the standards. Smiling at herself as she walked toward the showers, she wondered idly whom she would find there. Exposing the tips of her fangs with her wide grin, Saffron delighted in the sensation of James' cum running downward, coating the inside of her. As she reveled in enjoyment, she began to hurry a little, so as to make it to her destination before she started making a mess.

As a matter of consensus, one of the best things about working for Madeline is the house bathing facilities. Since they are shared, they are one of the nicest parts of the house. Of particular note is the attention to ergonomic comfort, and the sophisticated plumbing, and extraordinary engineering. The Madame cares about the health of her employees, and she provides them with luxury. Enormous tubs of copper and porcelain are fixed to their places on the floor – each fit with its own taps. In the desert, to immerse one's whole body in water is true extravagance.

Saffron hurriedly opened the heavy, wooden door, finding a number of the girls inside, performing their nightly ablutions. While pristine on the outside, the steam had started to peel the paint and gray the wood on the interior side. The chamber was dressed in a thousand shades of blue and gold, by petite flames dancing within glass cages. Elegant gas lamps of crystal and copper line the tall ceilings. The glittering circles of fire cast a soft glow over the room, reflecting and multiplying against the spectral menagerie of stained windows.

The tile floor was a little wet, even by the door. As she stepped down, she was hit by the spray of the shower as it bounced off one of the girls' shimmering skin. Saffron stepped into the recessed floor beside her, admiring the beauty in her fire red hair and matching eyes. Gazing back at her, the woman asked “How are you tonight?”

“Oh, hi, Padma. Busy enough. I've an overnight guest upstairs, but he's not waking up for landquakes.”

“Really? I'm in something of a lull,” she complained.

“I'm sorry to hear that,” Saffron told her, trying to think of ways she could help.

“It's alright. It's just a lull, not a problem yet, I just don't want it to get there. I love this house. I love living here. I fucking love my job...”

“Don't worry about your job,” Saffron said, running a finger softly between Padma's neck and her collar, “Look around. Nobody here is going to let you lose it.”

“I don't know… Madeline is pretty strict about the minimums…”

“We won't let it happen.”

“You're a good friend.”

“I try to be,” she said, kissing her friend on the cheek. Padma replied with a kiss to Saffron's neck. Resting a hand on the back of her neck, Saffron kissed Padma, eyes closed only for a moment. It was more than a peck, but still more sensual than sexual.

“Feeling satisfied?”

“Yes, actually. For the first time in ages…”

“Well, at least let me clean you up,” she said, with a devilish expression lurking behind her eyes, “It's been too many days since I did something filthy.”

“Oh… You've always known how to tempt me, haven't you..?” Saffron said back at her, gasping a little at the end of her sentence as her friend's fiendish fingers started to massage the tender flesh between her legs. With a soft gasp, she surrendered to her colleague's knowing touch.

Without any further warning, the sensual creature before her dropped smoothly to her knees with serpentine quality. Despite the speed with which she fell, her knees touched down on the hard tile with only the softest impact. At the touch of her tongue, Saffron gasped as her knees buckled, and clutched the sides of her Padma's head, lacing fingers around the back. A moment later, she leaned forward – amplifying the tingling which pulsed along her spine from skull to tail and back again. The sensation lit up the butterflies in her core, and put reignited the fire inside of her. Water could not quench the exquisite ingot of fantasy being forged in that fire, but Padma could.

For a few moments, Saffron delighted in the tongue of her friend. She had fucked her several times before, and it had gotten better every time. The feeling Padma's caused as she licked the man's cum out of her pulsed through her body as pleasantly and pleasurably as any pain that Saffron had experienced in recent memory. Padma is very talented.

It did not take long. The taller, paler girl began quivering above the other. Wetness started to flow more heavily, and the tingling in her back and belly turned to passionate burning. As Padma played with herself, both women approached orgasm. Saffron's weight collapsed, and she was know sitting with all her weight her neck, supported by a rigid spine and strong knees. As she came, a hot flood of girl cum splashed into Padma's mouth, who sprayed her friend's feet with her own hot fluid.

Back in her room, Saffron waited impatiently for sunrise. He remained sound asleep, snoring intermittently. The shuddering of his chest rising and falling prevented any possibility of sleep, so she poured another drink and reclined on her fainting couch to watch the sun climb. She was ready to lay back down and rest a moment. He had other ideas, though. Mid sunrise was the fixed hour of his awakening.

Cocking his head to the side, Douglas pressed on his chin with his right hand and twisted his neck to the left, then repeated the other way. Each turn produced a series of loud pops and cracks so intense and vivid that Saffron shivered a little. Shaking off the thusly induced endorphin rush, he turned to her. Without any words, he placed his palm on her throat, and held her arms fast above her head. One of his hands could comfortably hold both her wrists. Without waiting for her ready herself, he forced his cock into her. A quick sunrise fuck ended with a huge, hot load of his cum inside her.

“Morning.”

“Morning.”

“How'dja sleep?”

“Alright,” she said, not feeling the need to let him in on the details of her nighttime activities.

“Good,” he said, continuing his established syllabic economy. After a hard sigh, he picked up the glass of bourbon he had left on the nightstand and drained it. “Any coffee 'round here?"

“Downstairs, in the kitchen. Come have breakfast,” she told him, turning her head to let it lead her body.

Following her, he said “Thanks. This's a great place.”

“Mad House is the best in the state,” Saffron said proudly.

Douglas just grunted in response to this. She did not know if it was a grunt of agreement, or simply one of acknowledgement. The dining room was at the far end of a hall, at the end of another hall, at the bottom of the stairwell. It smelled of bacon and eggs, and contained a smattering of other luxuries such as fresh fruit and spices. Douglas was as impressed as the other clientele, and ate a large, heavy breakfast with utmost delight.

Stoically, he said “Really is a nice gun you keep.”

“I know how to use it, too.”

“Is that so?”

“Betcha I could keep up with you at the range,” she said in matter of fact tone, attempting to bait him.

The shape of his face remained unaltered, and his gaze was not pulled from his breakfast. “Could be,” he said.

Wrinkling her face in annoyance, Saffron said “Well, we got one. And I'd still love to see your hardware.”

After breakfast, they returned to the lobby, where Ruby obligingly retrieved his weapons from the safe. Mr. Shannon reattached his belts and holstered his various arms, smiling at Ruby all the while. It was always hard to tell if Ruby was really flirting, or if she was just being a good face for the business. Saffron covertly fondled her own sidearm, amused by the shape.

“What's going on?” she asked, noticing suddenly that Saffron was carrying her own gun.

“Got somethin' t' settle,” he said, with matter of fact tone.

Ruby narrowed her eyes. She looked pissed. “Jesus, Saffron,” she said – instantly apologizing to the divine for her blasphemy with a ritual gesture, “Madeline is deadly fucking serious about this! Dueling is not permitted on the property.”

“Relax, would you?” Saffron tossed the words over her shoulder. “It's not a duel.”

She and Douglas stepped from the shady and pleasant brothel into the harsh, bright desert. Walking to the edge of the property wasn't pleasant. The guards kept a little range to practice in. Saffron drew her weapon, eliciting a twitch from her silent partner. He drew his own once they reached the range. She started to speak but he obviously wasn't listening. First he was sizing up the range, as though it was an opponent. Three lanes marked by stones were headed by marks. Each lane was complete with six posts, holding crude ceramic marks at differing ranges and heights.

“So, what are we betting?” she asked him again.

“Bet?”

“I said that I 'bet' I can keep up with you. And please, please don't say that you don't gamble with women.”

“Never said that,” he drawled at her, smoothly drawing his weapon. After a significant pause, he inquired, “Stakes?”

“I'll give you a credit for each shot you make,” she said, as though it had been obvious.

“Int'restin' notion… What'll I give you?"

“Something I want.”

“You'll 'afta be more specific'n that, honey.”

“Take me on an adventure.”

For a momentary pause for thought, Douglas said “Adventure? What kind?”

Saffron replied “Dealer's choice.”

Quite abruptly, he fired his weapon six times. He fired so quickly that amid the surprise, Saffron barely saw. A blast of thick, cloudy smoke was accompanied by an atmosphere shattering crack, like thunder at close range. When the smoke cleared, it was apparent that all six of his marks were down, though the fragmentation made it hard to see exactly where they had landed.

Three more shots rang out across the yard almost immediately after he had finished. Saffron's collar glowed with each shot, her body convulsing; pain streaking from her neck to her belly. The pulsing white discharge from Saffron's weapon exploded forward to a greater distance, but with a narrower spread. It almost looked to her like the long arm of smoke was destroying the ceramic lumps by itself. Three marks down.

Obviously having heard the shots, Madeline was storming down the hill, her dress swaying with her arms as she held it out of the tall, brown grass. “What have you been told?!” she screamed at Saffron, loudly, and from ten meters.

In demure tone, Saffron called back to her, “I'm not sure what you mean, Madame.”

“You don't duel on this property!”

“We aren't dueling, Madeline,” Saffron spoke to her employer with more attitude now, “I can't, remember? Seems like I'm not even fire a weapon anymore.” After a pause, she pointed to the wide collar wrapped 'round her neck.

“Didn't stop you the last time.” Madeline said to her, her frustration building.

“Well… I guess I must enjoy the pain,” Saffron replied, momentarily unable to control a slight giggle and a grin that bordered on silliness. Very abruptly, Saffron fired three more times, barely looking toward her targets before she did. With each shot, she visibly jolted from the pain that ripped through her body. Her face turned frigid for a moment, and she said “She did have it coming, though.”

Madeline frowned at this, and said “Why do you think I didn't call the rangers, or just banish you?” She pulled upon the chain around her neck. The chain dragged smoothly across her chest, and extracted a blood red gem from between her breasts. “I can't turn it up anymore without hurting you, love. You're one of my best girls – one of my favorites – but you have got to start behaving yourself if you want to stay here,” she said, running her thumb along the length of the largest of the gem's twenty eight roughly formed faces.

“But it's not even a duel!” Saffron protested, reaching instinctively for the wide, restrictive collar that clutched her neck. Saffron did not know much about the mysterious band of metal, but she knew to respect it, and she knew well enough to fear the look in Madeline's eyes, but just a little.

“It's not. Just a bet.”

Madeline's voice was stoic and firm, “Be that as it may,” she paused, eyeing them both “It's disruptive. You know it. It's giving us a bad reputation, and I can't have that.”

“But what am I supposed to do?” Saffron asked, gesturing again at her collar, “I can't leave this property.”

“Just don't shoot people!! That's it. It's easy.” Madeline bellowed, temporarily losing the capacity for vocal control.

“We're shooting clay marks, not people,” Saffron replied quite calmly.

Madeline paused, puzzled and asked her girl “Why?”

Saffron shrugged. “I bet him that I could hit them all,”

“Why?” Madeline probed deeper, honestly curious.

“I don't know. Guess I wanted to know if I was as good as he was. He's famous.”

“Saffron, you're a whore. You're not a soldier, you're not a gunfighter, and you're not a lawman. You're for rent. You're for me to rent… or for me to trade.” Madeline eyed Douglas as she spoke, wondering a little less than idly about the quantity of coin in his purse.

“Yeah, I am for rent, and, I like to know how to defend myself.”

“I spend a great deal of the house' income employing guards, girl, and you know far better than to try and defend yourself with a gun in the situation you're talking about,” Madeline chided.

“Fine. I like to shoot. I like the sport… And I like gunslingers,” Saffron said, eyeing Douglas.

With an enormous roll of her eyes, Madeline looked at her in frustration.

Quiet now, Saffron thought about her situation for a very long moment. It took her that time to regain her composure. She needed the job, and she liked the work. There was a part of her that looked up to Madeline, even idolized her, but certain restrictions simply drove her crazy. Saffron may have found it a challenge to play by house rules, but it was definitely better than being… her own manager.

Before Madeline resumed, Douglas spoke up. “She didn't do anything wrong. I heard that girl Ruby tell her not to duel, and we told her that there was no duel. Dunno what she's gotten up to before, but all this is just sport. For fun.”

“Doesn't matter-” Madeline interrupted.

“Not finish'd,” he continued, “She's a fantastic fucking whore. You wouldn't believe what she did last night.”

“Yes I would,” Madeline said.

“No, you wouldn't,” Saffron muttered under soft breath.

“An incredible shot, too. If yer smart, you'd put 'er on yer security payroll.”

“What? No. That would not work. I don't even know if it's legal in this state.”

Mr. Shannon extolled the virtues he had discovered in Saffron a while longer. Finally, Madeline stopped him. “Fine, then. Do you want her?”

Halted between praise and compliment, Douglas was momentarily startled by the intensity of her interruption. “What's that mean?”

“Means exactly that. D'you want her? To buy her contract, I mean.”

“Why would you let her go?” he asked, reaching to the side to firmly grasp Saffron by the throat. She gasped as he lifted her to the balls of her feet. “Bet she earns a pile for you.”

Madeline sighed, looking reminiscently at Saffron. “She's just too much maintenance for me when I have the whole house to run – and you seem to have a grip on how to handle the whore.”

Douglas smiled, looking to Saffron. Seeing the skin of her face begin to drain and pale, and small red tendrils beginning to weave through the surface of her eyes, he squeezed one more time before setting her back on her feet. The faint cyanotic tint receded immediately, and she recovered with several deep breaths, placing her hands on her knees. He turned back, shrugged his face. “Yeah... Yeah, I'll take her.”

There was a long pause, as Mr. Shannon and Saffron stared deeply into each other's eyes for a long while after Madeline had left to start the papers. She looked at him with wonder, dazed by what had taken place, and how fast it had happened. Contractually bound to each other, they remained lost in one another for minutes. Until that moment, Saffron had found the impenetrable and quiet nature of his slate gray eyes alluring, but the stony gaze that penetrated her had become quite unsettling.

“Well now, what should I do with you first?” His voice was backed by a low rumble from deep within. Another pause took hold of the moment.

Sometime after sunset the two of them retired upstairs. Moments later, they were back in bed, and seconds after that they were so entangled that an observer would hardly know where one ends. A long, visceral night ensued, realizing dreams of lust and painful desires. With sunrise approaching, the both of them still reveled in each other, bathed in hot needles pricking and tingling across their bodies.

His huge cock piercing her down the middle, and she splayed her legs as widely as possible, thighs sloping over his hips, calves flattened against the sheets. The large rod inside filled her fully, and she gripped it tightly. His flesh pulsed and throbbed, and he called out in the pleasure she was bathing him in. Holding him down with the power of her legs, she slid forward and back, momentarily disallowing him the control.

Slender fingers ran from his long, neck to his tough, scarred abdominals. Stretching her fingers to full extension against his hard chest, she dragged the sharp tips of them against his skin with a devilish smile spreading across her flame coiffed visage. Sinew and musculature rippled beneath his skin as he tensed in final preparation.

Saffron's orgasm was not far behind his own. Cool, electric tingling ran through her, contradicting the heat between her legs, and the fire inside. Bathing in her warmth, he held his body rigid now, with narrowed eyes and heavy, rapid breath. In a flash, driven by instinct, his hand snapped to her throat, and clutched her to his palm. His eyes flashed with lust and fervor, looking at the same glow reflected in her own.

Body trembling, his thick shaft throbbed and pulsed with every intensifying heartbeat, the heat of her core nearly igniting the wetness between her legs. Just as they were sure the room would catch fire, a powerful fountain of hot liquid rushed from her around his cock, releasing Saffron from the grip of acceleration and smashing her into the impact of her orgasm.

The burst of fluid cascading over his flesh felt as though it could scald. Saffron moaned in pleasure throughout, baring her teeth and grinding in place. As she came, the wide metal collar round her neck shined like platinum, glowing with a soft blue light, dimming as she finished.

Fucking her for a few minutes longer, Mr. Shannon had used all of his breath. As he began, his hips thrust forward reactively, shaking involuntarily. He forced her upward, into the air with the arching of his back. He wasn't fucking her anymore, so she held him with her strong grip, and ground her wetness against him as hard as she could. Bent backward, supported by a curved spine and bent arms, she fucked him through his orgasm, reactivating her own.

Locked in mutual lust, they were an acrobatic display. As a swirling storm of pounding hearts and neurotransmitters took them both over the edge, they clung together as he erupted. Once, twice, thrice he hammered inside of her. Between each strike he paused, nestling deep inside, ejecting another hot stream of cum into her. With each subsequent pulse of his cock, Saffron's collar brightened again, this time bathing the room in a radiant gold light.

At the final peak of climax, the collar flashed a blinding light and quickly faded – turning from gold back to the color of tarnished silver. Once the brightness was gone, the blindfold across her Saffron's thoughts lifted – she was in control again. Breathing hard, both slowly returned to themselves, holding onto the world by grasping the other's flesh.

Between gasps and through blinking eyes, Saffron asked “Why didn't you fuck me like that before?”

Mr. Shannon expertly controlled his breath. His voice was chilling, and he spoke to her with new fire, “You were just a whore, then. Now you're mine.”