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2 A/n: If you want to read the true first uncut (nc-17) version of this chapter, please contact me privately and I'll email you.
CH.10
Three days later Riddick called Stephanie to inform her about how she would meet Count Armagnac. "You'll go to his party tomorrow night. Jackson will drive you there and wait till you'll come back. No one must know anything about this." He explained her. But Jackie, ." "Not even Jackie. Tell someone about this , or try to call the police and our contract will no longer be valid ." She breathed : "Ok". "About your dress." he continued. "Don't worry I already know what I will wear." she was saying. "No. You'll come here early. I'll give you all" "No, I cannot accept, really." she tried to reply. "It wasn't a proposal." Was his dry answer. "You cannot force me" "Really? Don't think so." He simply said. She was pretty sure he was also smiling; then, his voice changed. "You belong to me now Stephanie. This is an order, and you must obey. See you at 5 p.m. Have a nice day, Stephanie" and he ended their conversation. She remained there, with the receiver in her hand, astonished. She had no choice. She'd have to obey.
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It was 5 p.m. when Jackson opened the door and let Stephanie coming in. "Good evening Miss. Baxter. Please, follow me. I'll show you the room where you'll get dressed". She followed him to the second floor, where he showed her the room. She looked around. The room was simply furnished. The only particularity was the big tester bed in the middle of the room, where she found two big white boxes. "Mr. Ripley told me this is for you to wear" Jackson explained her. "He is not here?" she asked in a casual tone, but she was curious to know. "He is still has not arrived" was Jackson short answer. "In case you need me, please call", and he left her alone in the room. She walked up to the bed, and slowly opened the two boxes. She was curious after all to see what Riddick had prepared for her. Under a layer of tissue paper, there was a long dark red velvet dress. It was simply beautiful. She tried it on. It did fit very well. It seemed Riddick knew her body very well, she discovered herself smiling at this thought. The dress was extremely provoking and showy, wrapping her body like a second skin exalting her shapes. With a little cleavage on her breast, but a staggering cleavage on the back, almost near to her butt. She felt very uneasy with it. The shoes which were in the second white box, were red as the dress, high heeled. She tied her hair up in a soft chignon. Someone silently opened the door. She was watching the result in the mirror when suddenly an image appeared in the mirror near her reflection. She lifted her eyes and met his gaze, covered by his sunglasses. He smelled so good of musk, like if he'd just come out of the shower. She felt her body immediately reacting to his presence. "So?" she asked him, to get his advice. Keeping his gaze on her reflection, his finger ran from her neck to the shoulder, sliding down, along her right arm. It was incredible. A man like him, so big, sometimes so tough, rough, could be so delicate. It was terribly exciting, so soft. She couldn't move, just stay there, longing for his warm touch. "Not bad," he paused a satisfied look in his eyes "showy enough. The Count will surely notice you" he continued. For a while she'd hoped for some humanity behind his cold way to be, but she was wrong. He was considering her like an object of his property, something, a means, to obtain what he wanted. Strangely, she felt so cold inside. He was still looking at her, as he was reading her thoughts, checking for her reaction. "It's time to go" he suddenly said and moved from there, leaving Stephanie alone. She was worried now. Then she followed him downstairs, to the car where Jackson was already waiting for her. Riddick helped her get into the car. "You know what to do" was his only farewell watching her, while staying next to the car. "You are not coming?" she asked him, even more worried now. "You don't need me" was his dry cold reply. Then he closed the door and the car moved.
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The car ran faster in the night through the silent roads. Stephanie looked at the codes in her hands and made her mind run back to what had happened before. She hated Count Armagnac, but most of all she hated herself for what she'd done. During the entire evening the Count had been so slimy. She shivered with disgust at the thought of his hands running all over her body, during their dance. The way he held her in his arms, his touch, his heavy sexual insinuations. Disgust. She shook her head trying to forget it. The car stopped once inside the garage. Jackson opened her door and helped her out. They went in the house and Jackson let her take a seat in the drawing room alone. But she couldn't remain seated. She felt nervous, upset. So she stood up and walked up to the window to look outside. "So? You got it?" his voice was near her ear. She started a little, she hadn't heard him arrive. "Yes! Here it is, your damn codes!" giving him the paper "now set me free !" she answered to him angrily without moving from her position. He didn't answer, just looked at the paper, then put it in his pocket. Hearing no answer she moved to go "It's time for me to go" she said with a low voice "Tomorrow, I'll give you back the dress", she said while she was going to leave the room, she wanted to put as much distance as possible between them. "No one told you can go!" was his deep, cold reply. She continued to walk like nothing had happened, she didn't want to hear him. "I told you to stop!" he said firmly turning up his voice volume. She stopped where she was, in the middle of the drawing room, still only showing him her shoulders. He came near to her and placed his hands on her shoulders. "You're still not free my lady" he continued, very calmly. "But you said.?" she turned to face him astonished . " I said that you'd had paid your debt to me once I'd had back what was mine" he explained "You got the codes now." she tried to reply, but he didn't hear her. "You'll come with me" his stare was firm now. She looked at him feeling betrayed. "You.you.bastard!" she felt anger rising up inside her. "Mmh?" he was not at all distraught by her reaction and her words, he was almost amused. "No" she firmly replied, refinding her self control. "You're not in a position to decide what to do" he simply said with a cold smile on his lips. She wanted so much to slap him in his face, she hated him so much at this moment. She stood there for a while, unable to say a word feeling so impotent, she couldn't do anything, except for obey to his .owner, she thought. Then she nodded silently, lowering her head defeated. But one thing had to be clear and she lifted her head up again. "Just one rule: No one will be killed" "You give me rules?" he said laughing at her ironically. She stared at him seriously, with a warning look. "What do you want? That I beg you Riddick?" "Maybe" was his indecipherable answer tilting his head a little. She breathed heavily: "I'm begging you. Please" He looked at her with an amused look. She half closed her eyes. How I hate this man, thought Stephanie to herself, trying to be cool. Not being able to stare back at him anymore she turned. She was so furious that she would have even been able to cry, and surely she didn't want to risk doing it in front of him. "Got to go now" she finally said. "No, you don't" he muttered softly at her ear, posing his hands on her shoulders. She closed her eyes. Why did he make her feel like that? So angry, so scared, but also..so attracted by him. Not able to resist anymore. "Let me go now. Please" she begged him. Her voice cracking. He stood there for a while as to decide. She didn't move, all tense Something in her tone, made him change his mind. His hand fell down and he found again his coldness. "Jackson will drive you back home" "It's not necessary" "It's my decision" She didn't reply, didn't turn around to look at him, if she did, he would have seen silent tears rolling down her face. Why did she feel like this every time he was near her? "I'll wait for your call" she simply said and went out, leaving him alone, there in the drawing room.
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One week passed and Stephanie started to think that maybe Riddick had wisely changed his mind and left her alone. "Much better!" She said to herself, but despite all this thought she didn't feel better. You're stupid, she thought, you shouldn't be happy about this, he's always a multiple murderer, you never forget. Please let me know what you are trying to say here. I don't seem to get it really. But two days later, the telephone rang. "Animal Land, may I help you?" she said picking up the phone. "You might" was the reply on the other side of the line. She recognised the voice immediately. He hadn't forgotten her. She breathed. "Yes". "How are you Stephanie?" his soft voice gave her goose bumps. "What do you want" it wasn't a true question, she already knew the answer. Pause. She knew he was probably smiling at her answer. "Tomorrow. Come to me at 5 p.m. Ephie?" "Uh?" "Keep the secret." And he ended their conversation. She hang up the phone and exhaled shaking her head. Why was life so complicated?
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2 A/n: If you want to read the true first uncut (nc-17) version of this chapter, please contact me privately and I'll email you.
CH.10
Three days later Riddick called Stephanie to inform her about how she would meet Count Armagnac. "You'll go to his party tomorrow night. Jackson will drive you there and wait till you'll come back. No one must know anything about this." He explained her. But Jackie, ." "Not even Jackie. Tell someone about this , or try to call the police and our contract will no longer be valid ." She breathed : "Ok". "About your dress." he continued. "Don't worry I already know what I will wear." she was saying. "No. You'll come here early. I'll give you all" "No, I cannot accept, really." she tried to reply. "It wasn't a proposal." Was his dry answer. "You cannot force me" "Really? Don't think so." He simply said. She was pretty sure he was also smiling; then, his voice changed. "You belong to me now Stephanie. This is an order, and you must obey. See you at 5 p.m. Have a nice day, Stephanie" and he ended their conversation. She remained there, with the receiver in her hand, astonished. She had no choice. She'd have to obey.
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It was 5 p.m. when Jackson opened the door and let Stephanie coming in. "Good evening Miss. Baxter. Please, follow me. I'll show you the room where you'll get dressed". She followed him to the second floor, where he showed her the room. She looked around. The room was simply furnished. The only particularity was the big tester bed in the middle of the room, where she found two big white boxes. "Mr. Ripley told me this is for you to wear" Jackson explained her. "He is not here?" she asked in a casual tone, but she was curious to know. "He is still has not arrived" was Jackson short answer. "In case you need me, please call", and he left her alone in the room. She walked up to the bed, and slowly opened the two boxes. She was curious after all to see what Riddick had prepared for her. Under a layer of tissue paper, there was a long dark red velvet dress. It was simply beautiful. She tried it on. It did fit very well. It seemed Riddick knew her body very well, she discovered herself smiling at this thought. The dress was extremely provoking and showy, wrapping her body like a second skin exalting her shapes. With a little cleavage on her breast, but a staggering cleavage on the back, almost near to her butt. She felt very uneasy with it. The shoes which were in the second white box, were red as the dress, high heeled. She tied her hair up in a soft chignon. Someone silently opened the door. She was watching the result in the mirror when suddenly an image appeared in the mirror near her reflection. She lifted her eyes and met his gaze, covered by his sunglasses. He smelled so good of musk, like if he'd just come out of the shower. She felt her body immediately reacting to his presence. "So?" she asked him, to get his advice. Keeping his gaze on her reflection, his finger ran from her neck to the shoulder, sliding down, along her right arm. It was incredible. A man like him, so big, sometimes so tough, rough, could be so delicate. It was terribly exciting, so soft. She couldn't move, just stay there, longing for his warm touch. "Not bad," he paused a satisfied look in his eyes "showy enough. The Count will surely notice you" he continued. For a while she'd hoped for some humanity behind his cold way to be, but she was wrong. He was considering her like an object of his property, something, a means, to obtain what he wanted. Strangely, she felt so cold inside. He was still looking at her, as he was reading her thoughts, checking for her reaction. "It's time to go" he suddenly said and moved from there, leaving Stephanie alone. She was worried now. Then she followed him downstairs, to the car where Jackson was already waiting for her. Riddick helped her get into the car. "You know what to do" was his only farewell watching her, while staying next to the car. "You are not coming?" she asked him, even more worried now. "You don't need me" was his dry cold reply. Then he closed the door and the car moved.
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The car ran faster in the night through the silent roads. Stephanie looked at the codes in her hands and made her mind run back to what had happened before. She hated Count Armagnac, but most of all she hated herself for what she'd done. During the entire evening the Count had been so slimy. She shivered with disgust at the thought of his hands running all over her body, during their dance. The way he held her in his arms, his touch, his heavy sexual insinuations. Disgust. She shook her head trying to forget it. The car stopped once inside the garage. Jackson opened her door and helped her out. They went in the house and Jackson let her take a seat in the drawing room alone. But she couldn't remain seated. She felt nervous, upset. So she stood up and walked up to the window to look outside. "So? You got it?" his voice was near her ear. She started a little, she hadn't heard him arrive. "Yes! Here it is, your damn codes!" giving him the paper "now set me free !" she answered to him angrily without moving from her position. He didn't answer, just looked at the paper, then put it in his pocket. Hearing no answer she moved to go "It's time for me to go" she said with a low voice "Tomorrow, I'll give you back the dress", she said while she was going to leave the room, she wanted to put as much distance as possible between them. "No one told you can go!" was his deep, cold reply. She continued to walk like nothing had happened, she didn't want to hear him. "I told you to stop!" he said firmly turning up his voice volume. She stopped where she was, in the middle of the drawing room, still only showing him her shoulders. He came near to her and placed his hands on her shoulders. "You're still not free my lady" he continued, very calmly. "But you said.?" she turned to face him astonished . " I said that you'd had paid your debt to me once I'd had back what was mine" he explained "You got the codes now." she tried to reply, but he didn't hear her. "You'll come with me" his stare was firm now. She looked at him feeling betrayed. "You.you.bastard!" she felt anger rising up inside her. "Mmh?" he was not at all distraught by her reaction and her words, he was almost amused. "No" she firmly replied, refinding her self control. "You're not in a position to decide what to do" he simply said with a cold smile on his lips. She wanted so much to slap him in his face, she hated him so much at this moment. She stood there for a while, unable to say a word feeling so impotent, she couldn't do anything, except for obey to his .owner, she thought. Then she nodded silently, lowering her head defeated. But one thing had to be clear and she lifted her head up again. "Just one rule: No one will be killed" "You give me rules?" he said laughing at her ironically. She stared at him seriously, with a warning look. "What do you want? That I beg you Riddick?" "Maybe" was his indecipherable answer tilting his head a little. She breathed heavily: "I'm begging you. Please" He looked at her with an amused look. She half closed her eyes. How I hate this man, thought Stephanie to herself, trying to be cool. Not being able to stare back at him anymore she turned. She was so furious that she would have even been able to cry, and surely she didn't want to risk doing it in front of him. "Got to go now" she finally said. "No, you don't" he muttered softly at her ear, posing his hands on her shoulders. She closed her eyes. Why did he make her feel like that? So angry, so scared, but also..so attracted by him. Not able to resist anymore. "Let me go now. Please" she begged him. Her voice cracking. He stood there for a while as to decide. She didn't move, all tense Something in her tone, made him change his mind. His hand fell down and he found again his coldness. "Jackson will drive you back home" "It's not necessary" "It's my decision" She didn't reply, didn't turn around to look at him, if she did, he would have seen silent tears rolling down her face. Why did she feel like this every time he was near her? "I'll wait for your call" she simply said and went out, leaving him alone, there in the drawing room.
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One week passed and Stephanie started to think that maybe Riddick had wisely changed his mind and left her alone. "Much better!" She said to herself, but despite all this thought she didn't feel better. You're stupid, she thought, you shouldn't be happy about this, he's always a multiple murderer, you never forget. Please let me know what you are trying to say here. I don't seem to get it really. But two days later, the telephone rang. "Animal Land, may I help you?" she said picking up the phone. "You might" was the reply on the other side of the line. She recognised the voice immediately. He hadn't forgotten her. She breathed. "Yes". "How are you Stephanie?" his soft voice gave her goose bumps. "What do you want" it wasn't a true question, she already knew the answer. Pause. She knew he was probably smiling at her answer. "Tomorrow. Come to me at 5 p.m. Ephie?" "Uh?" "Keep the secret." And he ended their conversation. She hang up the phone and exhaled shaking her head. Why was life so complicated?
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