Raphael cautious followed the girl to her apartment on the west end of town. It wasn't long before the streets began to crack and the buildings looked more and more run down. He stayed above on the roofs to stay out of sight just on the off chance this was somehow a trap. He kept a close eye on her but only for the viewing pleasure. The amount of sexual hormones this girl gave out he could have found her from miles away, in a large crowd by scent alone.
She glanced over her shoulder then nodded her head to the area she assumed he was. He climbed down quickly, anticipation causing his body to quiver just slightly. "I don't do this often," she informed as they climbed the flight of stairs. They reached a splintered door with a dirty welcome mat in front. He took a small inhale of her as they entered, enjoying the sweet perfume of her natural odor. "You want somethin' to drink?" She left him in the bleak living room and tracked to the kitchen. "Aint got much. Soda? Beer? Rum?"
"Beer," he answered, taking a seat on the almost flat bean bag chair. She returned with two bottles in hand, to sing him one then opening hers.
"So let's hear it, sir turtle," she waved, leaning against the doorway.
"Raphael," he corrected.
"Riley," she pointed to herself.
Under her gaze the words he'd originally planned escaped his memory. If he was didn't think he'd get this far, normally it was a scream preceded by running away. "I think we can help each other out," he started slowly. "I need a release and I assure you it will be like nothin you've ever had before."
She crossed her arms after taking a long drink, eyes never leaving him. "So you wanna be fuck buddies, pretty much.". He nodded, swigging down half the beer in one drink. "Can't say those muscle would be a disappointment but what's up with the under carriage?"
He gave her a look of confusion but understood her word when her eyes lowered to the spot between his legs. "Oh that."
"Yeah buddy, what's that like? I mean it wouldn't be a shock if it wasn't," she hummed trying to find the correct term. "Quite human."
"It's not, well not completely," he fumbled over the sentence. He'd never had this conversation before, it was quite exciting she seemed to be considering it.
"Show me."
Awkwardly, he lifted himself to his full height before removing his hip covering and releasing his member from it's protection behind his plastron. A small gasp sounded from her lips as she scanned his impressive size, even flaccid it was larger then the average male fully erect. "I'm sorry," he saw her reaction and quickly covered his exposure.
She set down her bottle as she crossed the space between the two. "You don't got anything to be sorry for," she moved his hands away from his lower half then went to her knees to examined him further. With soft hands she cup the mass of flesh that dangled before her. He let out a soft moan at her touch which she ignored. Never in her life had she seen anything quite this large, unless you count novelty items at a erotic store. Just as soon as he felt her, she drew away to gather her beer then to take a seat across from him. "You, my friend, are quite a specimen."
He drew his member back up then followed her lead by sitting. "So you'll agree?" He asked, trying to steady his voice.
"Agree?" She repeated. "Boy, I'd be rolling in my grave if I never gave that monster a try, but there is a catch or two."
He nodded, in that moment he would agree to anything she wanted so long as more then a touch was involved.
"Ya see those meetings I go to, I have to. No choice. In that time I have to refrain from any sexual activity," she gauged his expression to make sure he understood, when she felt her point confirmed she continued. "So this little tryst is between you and me, got it?"
He snorted. "And who ya think I'm gonna tell, sweetheart?"
She pursed her lips. "Doesnt matter, just you and me." She finalized. Raph took a moment for a thought, it wasn't like he could tell his brothers. Leo would just sit there judging him with a lecture while the other to stayed silent.
"Anything else?" He didn't care, he just wanted to get started.
"Well, seeing as you seem so willing the next part shouldn't be to difficult," she left her spot to get another two drinks but returned as fast as she left. "See I have a particular flavor when it comes to my relations. And I'm not fond of deviating from it."
"Babe, I'm sure I can handle whatever your dealin'," he laughed, popping off the metal cap.
"Good," she opened the side drawer to the table between them and took a moment to rummage around in it for whatever it was she was looking for. Raph tried to take a peak from above but caught nothing but a few discarded pages along with pens. She gave an approving him as she retrieved her item. Without letting him see exactly what it was she picked herself up then knelt before him on his side. She offered out a small leather collar with black fur surrounding the inside. He wedged one of his fingers through a small silver leash loop, looking at it questioningly.
"What's this for?" He gazed down at her as she lifted her head with a devious grin.
"You're my master now."
A/N: So what cha think? And yes this story will involve BDSM, the real stuff. Not the 50 shades abuse hidden behind sex crap (no offense to anyone who enjoyed it). I figured with Raph's dominance and aggression it would be suiting for his character.
