| Alyssa and Misha - Alyssa visits Vancouver |
[Nov. 10th, 2009|12:40 am] |
[Took place October 25th, after Misha's little bout with frustration]
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The day her flight comes in, Misha can't concentrate for crap. He flubs his lines, misses his marks, and runs around set like a chicken on steroids. He can't help it. The tension inside him has been so high lately, and it's been all he can do just to hold out, wait for Alyssa to come and help relieve it. The instant the director lets them go he shouts a quick farewell to Jensen and Jared, and hurries out to his little rental car to go drive to the airport.
It took her no time at all after getting the call to wind things up at her place, let the doorman know she'd be absent for a few days and secure a ticket to meet her Sir. She's packed the essentials and a couple of nice outfits in case they go out, but something tells her she may not be seeing much of the outside of the room.
She's anxious, excited and nervous all at the same time - smiling like a mental patient - she's meeting Misha - and as the plane lands, any onlooker would swear she's some giddy teenager. The smile plastered on her face only grows as she gathers her bag and makes her way down the corridor. Dark eyes brighten as she sees him and the slave makes a straight line for her Sir.
Misha smiles broadly as he sees Alyssa, opening his arms to pull her into a big hug and planting a kiss on her lips, paparazzi be damned. Not that there's a lot of them in Vancouver's airport anyway. He takes her bag for her and escorts her down to baggage to get the rest of her things, not trusting himself to talk--they'll have time for talking later, when they're alone. Once he has her baggage, he shows her to the car and opens the door for her. "Ever been to Vancouver before?" He can afford a little small talk. Until they reach his apartment, that is.
The smile on Misha's face as she steps in tells her all she needs to know and she exhales a soft sigh into the kiss. Walking alongside him to the baggage claim area, Alyssa can't stop catching glances at him, but it's not until he finally poses the question to her that she lets out a soft giggle. "Not the question I was expecting, Sir," she says lightly, "but no. Other parts of Canada, but never here. Is it as beautiful as the other areas I've seen?" There's enough energy coursing between the two of them to almost hear the static charge in the air and as she slides into the car, Alyssa smiles up at him. "Are we going to your place, Sir?"
"It's gorgeous--when it's sunny," Misha tells her as he gets into the car, revving up the engine. He pulls out of the parking spot, and begins driving, eager to get home. "And yes--the apartment the studio is paying for me to live in, anyway." He looks her over from head to toe, taking in the sight of her. A sly smile steals across his features. "What question were you expecting me to ask?" It's more about what questions she might have, before he he gets here there and has his way with her.
"Well, hopefully they realize just how amazing you are and gave you the kind of place you deserve." Her tone, though light, is the slightest bit cheeky and she grins sideways to him as the move along the road. If she could quell the butterflies in her tummy she might be able to focus just a bit better, but all she can concentrate on is the scent of him. Alyssa pauses for a moment then shifts in her seat just enough to meet Misha in the eyes. "Honestly Sir? I thought you'd ask if I were wearing panties." She holds the solid look for about four seconds before laughing softly.
Misha laughs at that. He'd forgotten how she could make him laugh. Yes, this is definitely going to be better, having her here. "Well are you?" It will makes things simpler if she's not. He wonders, though, if she'll ask other questions, like those about his co-stars. He'd mentioned briefly about taking Jared to the club, sponsoring him as a member. About how he had a crush on Jensen. But not the rest of it.
Dropping her head back, Alyssa laughs then turns bright eyes on her Sir. "If I say I am, does that mean I get to go to your set and meet everyone? I promise to be a good girl," she says, batting her lashes at the man next to her. It wouldn't take Misha much to find out that she isn't wearing anything under the skirt and as if on instinct, her knees spread slightly. "Or, would you rather I be a bad girl? The set's going to be there later, right Sir?" It would take a blind and deaf man to not realize the need Alyssa's giving off.
And Misha is hardly either. He hadn't planned on taking Alyssa to the set today anyway; for tonight, she's his, and his alone. "I think you're a very bad girl," he says, reaching over a hand as they come to a stop light to feel for himself under her skirt--and oh yeah, she came prepared. "You were like that the entire way on the airplane?" He asks, impressed. Man, he should have ordered that. That's hot.
Oh, Alyssa isn't a bad girl, not all the time anyway, but she's completely certain that if it earns her a punishment, Misha will tell her she's behaving as such. On the other hand, as they pull up to the light and stop and Misha's hand sneaks over and under her skirt, Alyssa feels very much like the bad girl. Head dropping back against the headrest of the seat, her hips pulse upward against his touch. "Yes Sir, I was. Is that okay?" The last word isn't any more than a squeak as her breath catches. "I didn't touch myself, honest. But they became too wet to wear."
Oh that's . . . cute. Misha smiles, fingering her to test for himself, and then when the light changes, he goes back to casually driving. Inside he's almost quaking with eagerness. "That's okay. That's more than okay." Because hearing that just made his day.
He glances at her. "We'll see about having you stop by the set tomorrow maybe, meet Jared and Jensen. Jared's a new member to the club. Jensen's not yet, though I suspect he will be soon."
"Ngha...Sir, damn!" The look on Alyssa's face as Misha returns so easily to the task of driving is one of near abject misery. She'd been good; she hadn't touched herself at all and the plane ride there, with images floating in her mind of what she hoped her time in Vancouver would be like nearly drove her mad. "Thank you, Sir," she says quietly, gathering herself, not sure if she's thanking him for touching or for being okay with her sans panties.
Her look turns to one of mirth and a light laugh fills the car. "So you and Jared plan on corrupting Jensen as soon as is possible, huh." Her butterflies suddenly resume flight as her eyes settle on Misha. "Sir, you've told me about them a little but...do they know what I am to you?"
He may look controlled right now, but inside, he's anything but. He's just waiting until he gets her to a private place before he can ravish her, in every sense of the term. In response to her question, he answers, "Jared knows. Jensen I don't know about--I've been waiting for the two of them to approach me before I broach the subject with Jensen--he's kind of Jared's, though he may not know it yet." The comment about corrupting Jensen makes the back of his neck grow warm. Oh, he only wishes.
There's something oddly comforting and yet unnerving that Misha's been referring to her as his slave. "You've really told him about me? So, around him I can still call you Sir?" she asks, voice soft. "Duke never would. He'd just refer to me as his girl. I know it can be the same, but it's really not." Alyssa watches Misha for a moment, a cheeky, wide grin coming to her face. "He's Jared's but you're wanting both, aren't you. Stingy. Just have to have all the candy in the store, don't ya?" Her giggles tell Misha that she's teasing, the light in her dark eyes says she's more than sure she's going to get it later for that teasing.
"Yes, I really told him about you--that's all right, yes?" He wants to tell everyone about her, but obviously that isn't practical. He wants to at least tell his fellow kinky club members, though. Misha's eyes widen at her comment about wanting both of them, and for a second, he looks panicked. "It's that obvious? Shit." He recovers, making the turn to the street where his apartment is. "I'm trying to be patient about it," he says, not sounding patient at all. He looks at her hungrily. "And yes, you're going to get some extra heat from me because of that." Might as well be honest with her about the state he's in.
Smiling, Alyssa nods at the question about telling. "Honestly? I love that you told. That you're okay enough with, proud enough, of what I am to you to tell someone. It makes it a lot easier if a random or stray sir slips out around them." She catches the slight tone of panic in his voice and smiles. "Sir, don't worry. It's not like it's stamped on your forehead or anything. I just notice the look you get in your eyes. Can't blame you really, they're sexy men." Her grin turns wicked, dark eyes twinkling at the idea of what's ahead. "Extra heat, Sir? When were you ever lacking in heat?" Oh, there's no doubt in her mind that she's in for it.
"Yes, I really told him about you--that's all right, yes?" He wants to tell everyone about her, but obviously that isn't practical. He wants to at least tell his fellow kinky club members, though. Misha's eyes widen at her comment about wanting both of them, and for a second, he looks panicked. "It's that obvious? Shit." He recovers, making the turn to the street where his apartment is. "I'm trying to be patient about it," he says, not sounding patient at all. He looks at her hungrily. "And yes, you're going to get some extra heat from me because of that." Might as well be honest with her about the state he's in.
Oh, she's asking for it, Misha thinks with a chuckle as he pulls into his apartment complex and then to his parking space. "Never said I was lacking," he says, just to make a comeback, any comeback. He turns off the car and gets out to get her bags, and if there's some slight urgency to his movements, well, he's sure she'll understand.
There's a trail of goosebumps down her back and Alyssa grins to Misha at the retort. She'd ask what's going to happen once they reach the apartment, but as the car comes to a stop and Misha slides out, she's not so sure she wants to know - surprises are a good thin. Grabbing her purse, she watches as Misha takes up the small carry-on and the larger suitcase then falls in line behind him. Looking around, Alyssa comes to one conclusion very quickly. "Sir...there are neighbors?" She knows how loud she can get; this could be interesting.
"I really could care less," is Misha's response--and of course he knows there are neighbors, and some of the neighbors are fellow cast members and crew. Not Jared and Jensen, of course, because they have their own house here. But again, he really couldn't care at the moment.
Up the stairs, a key in the lock, and then he's opening the door and tossing the bags into the middle of the room, not caring where they land. The next instant he's pulling Alyssa into the place, slamming the door shut, and then shoving her back up against the door to kiss her hard, pressing up against her almost desperately.
The tone of Misha's words tell her exactly what sort of time she's in for and that idea brings a new round of dampness to her pussy and a low whimper of need from her throat.
As they enter the place, Alyssa's ready to comment on Misha and the handling of her bags when she's slammed hard against the door. "Sir! I...mmph!" Pushing against him as her mouth's capured in a bruising kiss, Alyssa groans at the feel of his cock.
It's not enough to be pressed up against the length of her body, the hard ridge of his cock against her belly and their mouths fused together. It's not enough. Misha breaks off the kiss for a breath of air, and hisses into her ear, "How much do you like these clothes?" Because they're coming off, and fast. He attacks the side of her neck instead, biting down hard as he waits for her answer.
"Uhhnnn! Sir, yes!" The words that were on the tip of her tongue - an answer to his question - fade into the air as the bite sends the cocky, cheeky, girl from before into the hard mindset of the slave that she is. "No panties. No bra. Need to be naked for you, Sir." Body straining against the pain at her throat, Alyssa grinds against him, the short skirt suddenly becoming more than a little confining.
Yes, the no panties is good right now, because Misha really doesn't have the patience to deal with that kind of crap. He wants Alyssa naked too, and so he roughly pulls off her blouse, not caring if it tears--they'll buy a new one. Then he rips off her skirt, giving her barely enough time to step free of it before he has a hand on her throat, half choking her as he presses her back against the door, ravishing her breasts next.
"Sir, please! Wait and I'll..." The words 'step from it' never leave her as Misha's hand finds her throat and her back hits the door with a hard thud. Face going slightly red with the struggle to take a deep breath, the simple need for air and knowing it's Misha that's the one taking it, pushes Alyssa headlong into a hard, bone-jarring climax. "More," she rasps out, "tighter. Please?" The wetness coats her pussy and, at this point, Alyssa isn't so sure if it's come or drips of pee. "Nnnh!" Face contorting at the bites to her breasts, she struggles against him, knowing he loves it as much as she loves the fire inside him.
Well hell, he wanted to be in her for that one. But no matter, Misha thinks, straightening long enough to work his fly open and his pants down, not caring about the rest of his clothing but just wanting his aching cock free. He has just enough presence of mind to growl in her ear, his hand never leaving her throat, "You on the Pill?" They were already fluid bonded. So healthwise he doesn't have to worry.
Alyssa finds that if she arches just so then presses her neck outward, she can increase the pressure of his hand against her throat, but it's the words in her ear that nearly pushes her over once again. He's concerned about her getting pregnant, and right now isn't the time to actually go into details, so she simply nods. "Won't get..." she answers, eyes closing as her body tries to get closer to Misha. "In me, please Master." Somewhere inside her head is the knowledge of the word that just left her and if he gets angry, she'll take the punishment.
That's not really the best answer from her, but Misha is hanging by a thread as it is, so he just lets it be. If something happens, they'll deal with it. He has to let go of her throat so that he can lift her up, and then he's inside her in one thrust, driving her back up against the wood, groaning at the sweet slick feel of her. He makes up for the lack of choking by making marks--lots of marks--with his teeth over her neck and breasts, as he fucks her hard, lifting her into each thrust. The Master thing? Not even a concern right now.
A deep gulp of air fills her lungs as Misha releases her and she finds herself being lifted up, her lithe body quickly impaled on the thickness of his cock as she's slammed against the door with bruising thrusts that, she knows, will leave marks and scrapes along her back and ass. Rocking against him, Alyssa wraps her legs tight around Misha's middle, her pussy clamping hard around his length. "Unnnhaa! Yes! Oh, oh God yes!" Pressing her head against the door, Alyssa tries to give Misha's mouth access to as much of her flesh as humanly possible, each bite sending a bolt of pain and pleasure that slam into each other with the force of a hurricane. "So tight! Tight!"
It's kind of moot since she already came once, but Misha wants to let her know she's free to do it again--he'd been planning to give her a waiver on all permissions to come tonight anyway. "Don't need permission," he tells her gruffly, supporting her back so that he can move away from the doorway and head towards something horizontal, the better to fuck her, keeping her legs wrapped tight around his hips, his cock impaling her. He carries her to the bedroom to the bed and lets her lean back against it's soft mattress--and then he starts to fuck her, really fuck her. Hard.
"Thank you," comes the breathy reply as Misha pushes into her, her body reacting as another climax takes her and a series of small squeaked cries leave her and moisture coats Misha's cock once more. The feel of him inside her brings tears to her eyes, not from the pain but from the knowledge that he's the first since she was a teenager to be this way, claiming her body for his own. Clinging to his as if her life depends on it, Alyssa keeps her legs tight as he leans her back, not willing to let go of the heat that's surrounding her and the moment he has her down hands are clutching at the covers as he rams into her, shoving her body upward with each thrust. "Ohh God, yes. Feels so good. So good inside me, Sir!" Hands move from the bed to clutch at Misha's back, holding him as close as she can.
So good indeed. Misha groans, because he can't get enough of her, no matter how hard he thrusts, no matter how much he tastes her with lips and tongue and teeth. He doesn't want to come for a bit, because he needs to get this out, so he can sleep, so he can feel more at peace again. So he fucks her for a bit like that, focused on making her come again as his hands find her throat again, pressing in harder this time since he doesn't have to work to support her any longer.
There's an urgency in Misha's actions that Alyssa can't place, not like it matters as the animalistic fucking takes over and she cries out, wrapping her legs tight around him she pulls him down, driving up into the thrusts with a brutal need all her own. As he bites and searches her flesh with his mouth, Alyssa returns the actions with her own, clutching at his back, fingers pushing up under his shirt to press into his flesh. Those fingers still, however, as her air is suddenly taken and she stares upward into Misha's face, a hint of fear behind the heat in her eyes.
"It's all right," Misha says when he sees the fear, because that's not what this is about tonight--she came earlier when he'd done that, and he just wanted to see a repeat performance. It's not about harming her. He slows down a little, thrusting deep and hard, grinding into her. He's allowing her just barely enough oxygen so she won't pass out. It'll make the orgasm spectacular for her, however. "Just go with it." He's so close it hurts.
"I know," she whispers a breathy reply, "love it. So much." With her body rocking into his, Alyssa tightens down around his cock, using her muscles to clench and release, milking him as she tugs him deeper, trying to hold onto him with every thrust into her wetness. Another brilliant jolt of electricity races through her, the keening cry the evidence of her climax as she slowly becomes unwound with the force of his thrusts. "Coming...agaaahhh!" Alyssa's legs wrap tighter, work with his thrust, and her hips arch upward.
"It's all right," Misha says when he sees the fear, because that's not what this is about tonight--she came earlier when he'd done that, and he just wanted to see a repeat performance. It's not about harming her. He slows down a little, thrusting deep and hard, grinding into her. He's allowing her just barely enough oxygen so she won't pass out. It'll make the orgasm spectacular for her, however. "Just go with it." He's so close it hurts.
That's it; that's what he needed. He hovers there on the edge for a moment, but as he feels her muscles contract, her legs gripping him and the feel of his hand on her throat, the fast beating pulse, it's all too much. With a hoarse shout, he thrusts in hard, and comes inside her, vision whiting out with all the tension that seems to flow out of him, into her willing body. God but he hopes she was right about there be no concern for complications from this. Because at the moment, he's lost in the feel of her.
The grip at her throat pairs with the holding of her own breath and brilliant white lights burst behind her eyes as she feels him come, the warmth taking her from the inside out, the sounds of Misha's climax echoing in her ears. Never in all her life as she felt so completely owned and claimed and Misha is willing to give her both. Alyssa knows that later they'll need to talk so she can put his mind to rest - explain things - but, for now, her body simply continues to ride the wave of orgasm as she clings to the one who owns her, panting out raspy breaths.
One thing that is obvious as he holds Alyssa, riding out his own waves of aftershocks, is that he needs her. It's weird, because he needs Milo too, but it's like he needs them each for different things. It's so good to know that he can really let his inner beast out, be as fucked up and dark as he wants to be with her. It's hugely cathartic. Gradually he lets go of her throat, kissing the side of it (and wondering just how many bruises and teeth marks he left that will be visible when she comes to the set and meets Jared and Jensen), still keeping his other arm around her as they just come back to earth.
Alyssa's legs slowly slide down Misha's body, small shivers taking her as she rides the vestiges of the climaxes and slim fingers find Misha's back in a gentle slide against flesh. A warm smile comes to her face as she feels his come warm inside her and as she regains the ability to breathe freely once more, she can't stop the light giggle as the endorphins flood in on her. This is her life, this is what she's anticipated the entire flight here. "Sir has an 'mazin way of saying hello," she whispers, her voice course.
Misha laughs, adjusting just enough so that he can be comfortably on top of her, still inside her. "Can you tell I missed you?" He takes the time now to actually kiss Alyssa, long slow deep kisses, letting them both recover for a bit. He's gotten the initial urgency out. Round Two can be more laid back. And then perhaps dinner. And then maybe Round Three.
"Mmm, not even a little bit, Sir," she says, a light moan coming on the last word. The kiss is slow, erotic, completely breathtaking and Alyssa melts into Misha, reveling in the touch that she's waited on forever. Panting softly as she curls into Misha, her body relaxing for the first time in hours, Alyssa presses soft kisses to his shoulder and throat as petite fingers trail down the man's back. "If this is the way you say hello, maybe I need to visit more often." She's missed him - there's no way to even remotely try to deny it - and she isn't really that impressed with the idea of making the trek back home alone.
"Definitely more often," Misha says with a smile, enjoying her touches and kisses. He may have to work out a way with her later that she can stay for longer periods here during filming. Because he feels better now than he has since summer. He kisses her back, just enjoying her presence. They'll worry about tomorrow later. |
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