Post by Trixie Michaels on Aug 29, 2009 1:11:55 GMT -5
Trixie walked into her domain as she liked to call it. Her bedroom. It had a nice queen size bed with a canopy. Her sheets were red Satin. Her bed was gold and black. The canopy was a black netted type of material. And on the bed laid a man. Trixie smiled to herself as she walk over slowly. Trixie was always in charge. Nothing would change that. This guy could think all he wanted that he had the upper hand, but in reality it was her.
Trixie pulled back part of the net and eyed the man. He was hand cuffed to her bed. Only piece of clothing was his boxers. Trixie moved to get onto the bed to straddle the guy. "If you wanted me to be impressed handcuffing yourself to my bed is one way to do that....DJ." She smirked down at DJ MacArthur.
DJ looked up at his supposed master and just smirked. "I think you did this yourself, I just came here to talk.....you ambushed me on your bed...just can't keep your hands off me..." DJ smirked, " but I am not complaining." DJ said raising an eye brow.
Trixie looked down at him. "Last time I checked. I walked in to find you on my bed." Trixie shot back.
DJ laughed in his infamous laugh, "Maybe so, but you gave in first and kissed me."
Trixie eyed him and then leaned down to kiss him again. "You need to learn when to not talk back. I am in control here. I will always be in control."
DJ just eyed her, "There is no control here. I know all about you. I can read you like a book. I know about your family, your history, I can see right through that facade and I see the scared little girl you really are, but I am here and not going anywhere....and you know why that is....."
With that said Trixie froze. Her eyes narrowed at him, "I hate you...you know nothing about me."
DJ just smirked back. In one swift move the hand cuffs were off and now Trixie was laying against the bed with DJ on top. Her arms pinned down as he got close to her face, "Someone sounds scared to me....scared to actually admit they might be falling for someone....do I dare say falling in love. Granted it might be too soon, but....does not mean a thing....as far as you hating me...I know...I lo....."
All the sudden Trixie shot up in her bed. She was drenched in sweat. Trixie was breathing heavily. That dream....crap crap crap...no...it meant nothing...it meant nothing...right...but she could not shake it from her mind.
Trixie pulled back part of the net and eyed the man. He was hand cuffed to her bed. Only piece of clothing was his boxers. Trixie moved to get onto the bed to straddle the guy. "If you wanted me to be impressed handcuffing yourself to my bed is one way to do that....DJ." She smirked down at DJ MacArthur.
DJ looked up at his supposed master and just smirked. "I think you did this yourself, I just came here to talk.....you ambushed me on your bed...just can't keep your hands off me..." DJ smirked, " but I am not complaining." DJ said raising an eye brow.
Trixie looked down at him. "Last time I checked. I walked in to find you on my bed." Trixie shot back.
DJ laughed in his infamous laugh, "Maybe so, but you gave in first and kissed me."
Trixie eyed him and then leaned down to kiss him again. "You need to learn when to not talk back. I am in control here. I will always be in control."
DJ just eyed her, "There is no control here. I know all about you. I can read you like a book. I know about your family, your history, I can see right through that facade and I see the scared little girl you really are, but I am here and not going anywhere....and you know why that is....."
With that said Trixie froze. Her eyes narrowed at him, "I hate you...you know nothing about me."
DJ just smirked back. In one swift move the hand cuffs were off and now Trixie was laying against the bed with DJ on top. Her arms pinned down as he got close to her face, "Someone sounds scared to me....scared to actually admit they might be falling for someone....do I dare say falling in love. Granted it might be too soon, but....does not mean a thing....as far as you hating me...I know...I lo....."
All the sudden Trixie shot up in her bed. She was drenched in sweat. Trixie was breathing heavily. That dream....crap crap crap...no...it meant nothing...it meant nothing...right...but she could not shake it from her mind.