Drive-in. [powered_otaku]

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    It was a nice, warm summer night, the sun had gone down and it had cooled down to the point where you could sit outside and not sweat.  The drive in, was two screens, a parking lot, and hills that surrounded the parking lot and gave a perfect view of the cars and the screen.  Salome had walked from her house, and bought two tickets before climbing up on one of the hills and spread the blanket her grandmother had given her.

A grandmother, yeah that was still weird.

Sitting down on the blanket, she put the basket down next to her and took out a bottle of water.  Once she took a long drink, she text messaged Hiro to know that she was there.  Hopefully he would be able to spot her.

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"All of my parts are yours, unless you say otherwise," he says with a grin. "Of course, how I would get rid of the unwanted parts is a mystery to me." If she's not making a move to untie him, he's not moving is hands at all. Even his fingers are still right now.

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"You would get rid of them very, very carefully. Lucky for you, I want every part of you." She was still and silent for a moment, gazing into his eyes, watching his face as her heart finally settled. Finally, she unties his wrists, and sets it aside.

Sitting up, she takes his fingers and slowly rubs and works the blood into the digits. This is a very familiar practice.

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Hiro doesn't realize just how bloodless his hands are until the circulation starts back. He hisses a little, but her rubbing is making them feel better. Bringing his arms down is another adventure in nerve screaming.

"Itte...itte"

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Frowning slight she moves her hands up and down his arms, working the blood into the limbs. Massaging and rubbing the flesh and the muscles, all the way down to his shoulders. "Shhh, it's okay. Just take a moment, it will get better." She assures him softly.

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Hiro nods and rolls his shoulders a little to help them regain feeling. "When I get the better bed, this will be much easier. I will not have to steel my muscles quite so much to keep from moving."

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"Get a nice four poster bed, or at least something with bed boards, that way you can tie ropes to something." She murmured in his ear, her hands still massaging his arms. "I'll get you nice leather cuffs, won't ruin those nice neck ties of yours. You'll be able to fight all you want, without being able to get away."

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He looks at the tie she used. "I am not upset to lose a few ties." His eyes get a little round when she tells him about the leather cuffs. "A collar?"

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"Mmmhmm. . ." She bows her head and kisses along his throat, nibbling lightly. "Maybe even a leash, so I can lead my slave around. Ohh think of all the fun toys we can play with."

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He nods, enjoying the image of her leading him by a leash. Which leads to an image of her in a dominatrix's outfit. "Ooh," he breathes softly. "Your toy would be very happy with toys."

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A sly grin spreads over her lips as she kisses up to his ear, breathing lightly against his lobe. "Maybe a nice cock ring to keep you hard, or a paddle to punish you when you disobey." Teeth drag over his earlobe and she sucks lightly. "Just a little pain."

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"Yes, sun goddess. I will be a good boy," he breathes. Then he gets a bit of mischievous smile. "Sometimes."

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"It wouldn't be very fun if you were good all the time, baby." She whispered against his lips as she wiggled her hips.

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"And I would not be a very good toy if I was not fun," he grins. He turns to face her. "You deserve only the best, sun goddess. Anything I can do for you, let me know."

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Tucking hair behind her ear, she watches him for a long time before climbing off of him. Leaning down, she kisses the corner of his mouth. "I don't know if you can give me what I need. That's okay though, I love you."

Pulling back she reaches for his shirt once more.

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He looks concerned. "What do you need?" He doesn't want to think he can't give her everything she wants.

He likes watching her wear his shirt. It's very sexy.

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"Mmm. . .I like, I like it when I am used, humiliated. I like it when I am called name." Her cheeks turned a little pink as she took her hair down, combing her fingers through it, she appeared to be very interested in her split ends.

When she started to braid the hair, she stood up and walked to the window. "I like to be called 'little girl.'"

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This worries him. He's not sure that he could completely humilate her. Tie her up. S&M. B&D. These are fine. But he's not sure about using her in the way. He sits up on the bed, watching the red sunset paint her skin scarlet. He slides into his underwear, then stands up and walks up behind her. "I cannot hit you. With a crop, toys, something like that, yes. But to hit you with intent. To treat you like you are nothing, I cannot do this. I could act menacing, but I cannot follow through. Not to the degree that it sounds like you want."

He looks upset. "I cannot think of you in that way." He puts gentle hands on her shoulders. "'Little girl', though is negotiable."

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Very slowly she shakes her head, chewing on her thumb nail as she looks outside the window at the street below them. It's a view that she loves, it seems as if it spreads out forever, that it's not real. She focuses on the scene instead of what she knows is coming. Deep down she knows that something inside of her isn't right and now she is sure that he knows it to. Leaning back into his touch she turned her eyes back toward him and nods a little. "No, I understand, I really do. Whatever you can give me is fine, I don't want to make you uncomfortable, really."

Putting her hand on top of his she rubs the top of his hand and tries to keep the hope and curiosity out of her voice. "Oh? It is?"

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"I feel as if I am robbing you of your pleasure with my inadequacy. At the same time I wonder how much of it is you absorbing what your father did to you and learning to like it in self-defense." He begins to wonder if he's leading her on, making her believe in something will that ultimately fail to satisfy her. His arms tighten a little.

He looks out the window with her, seeing the ordinary, the usual people walking around. A few cars, bikes, people with iPods. At this time of day, he'd be one of them, coming home with his dinner. Sometimes with Ando, sometimes alone.

"Mmmm, I like the thought of you in a school uniform, little girl," the last is said with a little lechiness.

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"You AREN'T inadequate," she sounds very firm in this statement, the first time she's raised her voice besides when she's orgasmed. She didn't want him to feel like that, because he wasn't, because she knows how horrible it is to feel like that. Licking her lips she crosses her arms over her chest, "maybe I did, or maybe I am just that twisted. I know what I like isn't normal, but for a long time that's the only think I knew." She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes, her head going back to his shoulder.

"It use to feel so bad, hurt so much, and then I would feel really good. I didn't have any control over it. After awhile I just associated pleasure with pain. He would smack me around and I would . . . come." Her words are soft, she's never admitted this to anyone, no one has ever asked. Even as she speaks she's waiting for him to leave to pull away.

Though her lips twist up into a grin at the mention of the uniform, and when he calls her little girl, she groans under her breath. "One from Japan, or my school girl uniform from home?"

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"You are not twisted. Your father did this to you. You just learned to enjoy it because if you did, he would praise you or give you something or would just even stop. You weren't allowed to be the same as other girls your age." His voice is quiet in her ear and she feels him kiss her there. "There is nothing wrong with you. Your father taught you to react to certain cues. The problem is him. Not you."

"Mmm, yours. I want to see you in yours."

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She sags against his chest, exhaling slowly at his words. It was as if she had been holding her breath for a very long time, waiting for some kind of response, obviously a bad one. "Then it makes it okay, what I want, what I enjoy?" Reaching down she picks up his hand and places it over her stomach, and she smiles a little bit.

The smile grows a bit more as her fingers tighten around his. "Next time I see you, I'll wear it for you."

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"Yes, whatever is enjoyable to you. Whatever you crave. It is not sick." His eyes are incredibly gentle. "I may not be able to give you that, but that is my failure, not something wrong with you. One day I hope you no longer need it, but I understand that it may not be possible."

He kisses her hand. "Mmm, I look forward to that."

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Turning in his arms, she looks up at his face. His gentle eyes melt her, there is no way to deny him or the peace he gives her. When she touches his cheek, she sighs softly. "You aren't a failure just because you don't want to smack me around." Tugging on his hand she leads him to the bed and smiles, as much as she doesn't want to, she knows she'll have to go.

"Hold me for just a little bit, and then we'll go back, okay?" Climbing up on the bed, she kneels and waits for him.

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He follows her to the bed and gets behind her so she can rest in his arms. "May I ask you some very stupid questions?"