Re: Raconteur City: Back to the Beginning: Scarlett/Tempest
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Scarlett MacAleister
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Scarlett stood beside her motorcycle in the cold Raconteur night air and smirked, "Little one? You always called me that, even though I was taller."
She gave a deep sigh, looking around to see if she was being watched. She then returned to the phone conversation, "I do miss some of what we had. But if I'm being honest, I submitted to you only so I could get to Wolfram. I know it lasted years. But I knew I needed to be trusted before you were going to introduce me to him."
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She thought back to those years. Between missions for the Vampire Nation, she and Tempest would meet up for weeks at a time, sometimes even months at the various, luxurious homes she owned around the world. During those times she submitted herself to Tempest. Those sessions included the most sensual, erotic and highly fulfilling sex Scarlett had ever experienced. It was also a time of pain, humiliation and degradation by Tempest, who used many methods to reshape Scarlett into becoming....essentially....a slave.?
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Though Tempest never told, Scarlett often wondered if Wolfram had done the same things to her to mold her into what she was. The dark-sinned woman was not only talented in the bedroom, but in the dungeon, when necessary.?
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"So, this trip down memory lane, it doesn't lead us to a place where you and I reconcile, and we go back to being friends and lovers?" Scarlett asked, cutting to the chase. "You want revenge for what I did to your sugar-daddy? So, tell me, how does that shake out, Tempest?"
Tempest
¡± sugar daddy,¡± Tempest chuckled ¡°you are still just as foolish and naive as you were all those many years ago. Especially if you think Wolfram was my sugar daddy. But No,I am not here for revenge, beautiful Scarlett. ?I am here because you called me. You have been calling to me¡to atone yourself for your sins for years. I have finally decided that you are worthy of atonement. For you know we were never friend. We were always Mistress and Slave. Do you remember the last time you needed to atone, pet. ?If I remember is was the night of my party. At my club. The first time you met Wolfram.
*Flashback*
What is a beautifully warm summer evening in New Orleans. And the height of the jazz age. There¡¯s a party at Club Swing. All the arrangements were being made. This party had to be absolutely perfect. Because this was the night that not only with her sire attend, but so to would all the members of the council. Everything needed to be perfect.
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