A darker side of Love

[AJ Riot]

What was he thinking all these months? What had AJ actually gotten into this time? Vampires and witches, a poor girl dragged into the middle of it all for no reason. Even Chaz's daughter Alison was innocent in all this, in fact AJ doesn't even blame Chaz for leaving. The person to blame was the dark soul that started all this and one way or another that was what AJ was going to find out with the help of Josie.

The past week he has kept a low profile and listened to directions given by his new Mistress, why he has to have a voice to give him reason he still has yet to find out. At times he thinks he might have someone out there to understand him, but in the end everything is just an illusion.

Riot takes a drag off his joint waiting on his contact to meet him, these late night stake outs and meetings were wearing on his body. Not only that, but the side jobs were harder to get now with Dax Clark putting a block wherever Riot goes. This is the only place now he has left to go and Dax says this is for his amazement more then Riot's. "I wonder if Josie will be hired?" He ask himself. If it was possible to have at least one person he knows will have his back or at least if she does stab him he will see it coming then that is all he needs. Checking hi watch again an staying in the shadow of the alley way Riot continues to wait growing a little impatient. "Where is she?"



tbc- AJ's Mistress or Josie

[Mistress Pain]

The clicking of her bondage boots echo in the alley as she swings her spiked whip in a circle at her side, enjoying these shadowy meetings in dirty back alleys. She cracks the whip onto the ground with a delighted laugh. Her way of calling Riot out of the shadows without having to actually beckon to him.

Mistress-"Oh how I do love these late night dealings, reminds me of my youth."

The hypnotic sway of her hips has Riot's attention and under his ever present mask lies the smile of child in a candy store. Mistress knows Riot's weak and though he may show restraint when Josie's around..now it's just the two of them.

Mistress-"It's becoming clear that you need your Mistress."

She cracks the whip on the ground near him and he doesn't flinch.

Mistress-"Do you like that sound? Can you almost feel it breaking your skin, but for you the high takes over. Oh AJ, we have a long, savory history together and yet like magnets we always get pulled back together. *another crack* Feel the sting, AJ, listen to your Mistress, come to me, touch me, remember."

Riot as though in a trance does as instructed so caught up in the moment with her that he doesn't realize that she is slowly trying to pry the mask away from his face. Like a shock of electricity he steps away and points at her. As though a silent protest is really going to keep her at bay.

Mistress-"Come now Riot, I was only being playful. After all, you used to have such a beautiful face, so emotional. Every bit of torture you endured the pleasure would play across your face like waves to shore. Why do you hide such things from me? I would be lying if I didn't say that this new package you're wrapped in makes me more excited to see if what lies beneath is still mmmmine for the taking."

The entire time she was talking keeping Riot captive with her sultry motions. She managed to work her way to him and touched her ungloved hand to his chest, digging her red nails into the skin and leaving quite the bloody trail.

tbc by AJ

[AJ Riot]

The cutting of his skin mixed with the high he already had, he had a lot of connected memories with girls clawing at him, not just Pain. Although he admits she seems to be the bet at demanding his attention, it doesn't compare to the way Candy stole it. He smirks under his mask in the euphoria of the stinging scratches on his chest the blood making his shirt sticking. "Listen Pain, I ain't a little boy anymore, maybe I don't want a Mistress so much as a playmate..." He lightly chuckles and walked around her holding onto her wrist that held the whip. He might be a masochist, but he never said he didn't like control not after he had it with Dax, he dominated Blake Archer and forced the demon Dorian into a trap. As far as he is concerned Riot thinks of himself as one of the most dangerous men in the Universe, he hides the fact that he cares because of the men and women he know will take advantage, and Mistress Pain is one of of them. "... you know that I enjoy impressing you but what you don't know is that I know you enjoy impressing me just as much. I like how dark your mind goes, I like the sick pleasure you get out of causing pain, I have seen things from your eyes... you fit on me like a glove that's the magnetic affect you were talking about am I right?" His grip tightened the more she resisted with Riot pulling her closer to him he felt her breath as he did with his chest tightly into her back. He felt an adrenaline rush from the fact she could strike out at him like a snake, in fact it made him laugh out loud that she could hurt him all he has to do is motivate her.

tbc- Pain

[Mistress Pain]

She liked to play rough and Riot knew that or he wouldn't have attempted such a bold move, but one thing that he didn't think about or maybe he had, was that Mistress could easily hurt him in various ways. Sure her heart beat a bit faster being in his arms, but she could also feel his breathing deepen with his laughter. Which should have amused her, but it annoyed instead.

Mistress smirked slightly as she took advantage of his enjoyment and quickly turned her body around in his grasp so that they were now face to face and suddenly his laughter stopped.

Mistress-"Now this is much better, I don't mind it from behind, but I'm much better this way. You weren't expecting this were you, my pet? It would seem that you are very mature."

She says while grinding her hips into him as she speaks and though Riot's mask hides his emotions. His body reacts to her movements.

Mistress-"You always did think you were smarter than me didn't you AJ? Always trying to get control over me which you might have succeeded doing with a little help from your friends, but there is no one here now except....you and mmmme."

Suddenly the reality of the situation hit Riot, but he didn't want to loosen his grip because that's exactly what she wanted, but he couldn't let her keep grinding on him either because that makes his head foggy. If he jerked his body away now she'd laugh knowing that once again she gained the upper hand. He was lost for sure, but somehow he had to keep his mind sharp against her.

Mistress-"You're wasting energy AJ, trying to formulate an escape plan...you belong to me and the faster that sinks in the faster your needs can be mmmm satisfied."

He hated her so much right now for doing this to him yet it would be so easy to give in. Tightening his grip would certainly invoke another breathy moan and that could possibly break his resolve. Mistress loving every moment of this decides to struggle against him to increase the tension.

TBC by AJ

[AJ Riot]

You can't just push away a woman like Mistress Pain even if riot wanted to she captivated him like a lot of people can not. Inside he felt dumbfounded this didn't seem like a play he is used to and either way will play it off even if his anxiety gets to him. "Maybe I do belong to you, in fact I don't know where I belong...and I think you know that." He didn't resist her grinding closer to him even if it made him feel like jumping out of his skin. he wonders why he cares about anything anymore and that i what has lead him into this situation, he wrapped his arms around her testing the waters but she doesn't seem to resist his advances anymore then he does her's. "I might becoming soft, I feel like I have lost my edge...and I need it back, I need you to help me... can you help me?"

tbc= pain

[Mistress Pain]

With a knowing smirk, she stops her motion and breaks Riot's embrace. Leaving him standing like a statue with his arms still folded in a half embrace with the air. He knew that move was tempting fate, but he couldn't resist the need to feel her in his arms if only for a moment. Never surrender has always been her motto.

Mistress-"Soft?! After me rubbing up against you?! Then sir, you are broken."

Laughter fills the space between them as Mistress, jokes cruelly. If he was hurt by her disregard, no one will ever know with his face hidden beneath his shield of a mask. Though I'm sure that he was expecting half as much from The Evil Bitch, herself.

Mistress-"Should I decide to take on a project such as you, I have to ponder whether or not you are fixable. After all..if you no longer have that hard outer shell, how do you expect to survive my sweet torture?"

Grabbing Riot in the genitals and squeezing hard for added affect. Though the mask covers his features, his eyes widen with shock as he makes a grunting noise. Any sign that he had enjoyed her body against his was now caught within the iron fist of Mistress.

Mistress-"Well..you obviously were mistaken..softness doesn't linger in that region."

She says as she releases her death grip and Riot begins to breathe once again. Giving himself time to swallow the delicious pain that caught in his throat and to make sure that he speaks as though unaffected by her actions.

Tbc by-Riot TeeHeee

[AJ Riot]

(Even if I like this it is repulsive! You love Candy, quit thinking with you little AJ for God's sake Alex!)

Riot pushed her from him acting disgusted even though he was laughing on the inside. "I need you because I know you can push me Pain, I need someone to push me." His voice was getting darker, AJ didn't even notice that his mind was being taken over by his darker side. Ever since that night he set that fire, ever since Maxine and Archer have went missing. The only three things he remembers is Joanna Blood, Josie Pleasure, and Mistress Pain... and each set of girls they have things like that become hard to forget. Riot clinched his hands together an shook his head before smirking and letting out a light chuckle. "I could just go ask Josie if you don't want me." He felt putting that out there would only want to make her sink her claws in more to keep him.