Let's talk the dead girl - Johnathon's Haven

"I hope you don't charge exorbitant interest" he whispered huskily while starting to dance

She moved his hand to her thigh, moving with him.

"I'm sure you can pay my fee."

"Mmmm" he smiled while stroking her thigh and moving to the rhythm of the music.

She smiled and leaned into him.

"What are you willing to pay to rent bits of me?"

He pulled her close and spun around "Hmmm... what is the going rate?"

She lifted her left leg to wrap herself around his waist as he spun her.

"That's not what I asked, blue blood. What am I worth?"

"Millions" he whispered

She lifted herself up and almost kissed him.

"Just money?"

"Money" he whispered while slowly turning her around "Is the ultimate expression of worth, for through it you place a value on the deeds of people, and the strength of nations."

She laughed, head dropping back.

"Millions. I still think I'm worth more."

"You are worth the world to me"

She smiled, pressing herself closer to him, leaning in to nibble lightly on his ear.

"Mine."

"Yours" he agreed while shivering and moving to the beat of the music

The music changed again as the fingers of her left hand twined in his hair, her right hand caressing down his arm. She whispered softly in his ear, the merest breath of sound.

"My strong, wealthy, loving pet."

He shivered and relaxed in her arms. "Yes"

As he relaxed, her legs tightened around him, her hand finding his and clutching it to her thigh.

"Take me."

Holding the little Goddess in his arms, he buried his fangs into her throat and stared into her eyes. Bright passion burned in his hard brown eyes and it was directed in all it's force towards Raz0r

She gasped, clutching his hand into her.

"Yes. Take charge. Do with me what you will."

Her words were barely there, but he could still hear her.

A low growl formed in his throat and he pulled her even closer and directed all the passion and joy that welled up in his soul into his stare. Clutching at Raz0r he held her face close to his. Eye to eye. Creator to Creator, Producer to Producer. Goddess to Worshipper.

She met his gaze, and all he could see in her eyes was surrender. Complete surrender. For at least the moment, she was entirely his.

Slowly as the song finished he withdrew his fangs and closed the wound. "My Raz0r. My greatest treasure."

She smiled and rested her head against his shoulder.

"You don't have a sadistic bone in your body, do you?"

He smiled an evil smile "Sadistic you want it then?"

She nodded.

"I want to feel owned again. If only for tonight."

"Raz0r" he chuckled "This is how I treat people I... own" clearly the thought was abhorrent to him. "With love, respect and affection. Tell me what you need from me then."