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[ Upon hearing the creak of the restroom door, Grell's head snaps up.

Pretty red hair mussed, eyeliner smeared, and top torn, she imagines that she must be an unnerving sight - especially out of breath as she is, and bent over an unconscious stranger bleeding from the head.

She stills, meeting the newcomer's eyes. ]

Lock the door behind you, mm?

[ It's said almost casually, and though it might be posed as a request, that clearly isn't the case. She's alert enough that she may be ready to turn on said newcomer next!

In fact, she's expecting that she'll have to. Seeing the other man seated at the bar earlier, he didn't seem to be particularly friendly - perhaps, even uncertain of the company at this particular club.

Yes, she remembers well, because she'd initially ignored him for it. As handsome as he is, she can't be bothered with a man that is unsure of what he wants! That's what she thought, but now, that may be her downfall. ]

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[ William knows he's mad. The past few years of his secret 'career' are enough to prove that. But now he's certain he must have reached a new level. Allowing a woman - who he just witnessed and encouraged to castrate another man - to hold his own cock in her hand. Only someone who's completely lost their mind would consider it. But there's no fear in his eyes. No tremble or tensing at her touch. Instead he seems quite curious as to what other skills she can showcase for him.

Her eagerness, and of course that compliment, has a short moan coming from him the moment her tongue caresses him. ]

[ That leaves a chuckle falling from Grell's grinning lips. Partly, she meant to emulate that moment for his satisfaction (and hers), but now, she realises that she had been testing him, as well.

Were it anyone else, she might be dissatisfied that she didn't instil proper fear in them - to latch onto, feed off of. But this man... he's dominant, self assured, and that's so utterly sexy to her. Everything she's been craving, but has never found! ]

Mn, I'm so very glad that pleases you.

[ Lips rolling over the tip of his cock, she takes it in, paced - groaning for him, as she eases her throat. ]

[ Had they started with this, he may have been more willing to watch her take her time to please him. But he's too far along to have patience for that. His fingers reclaim their previous position in her hair, gripping tight. Then, with short thrusts, he begins to fuck her mouth as if he were still inside her from moments before. ]

It does. Greatly.

[ Thankfully, she somehow anticipated that, once William took hold of her hair. The intensity isn't something she could have wholly prepared herself for - an so, with a choked sound, her fingers press into his hips!

It takes incredible strength, keeping herself relaxed enough to make such a thing possible, especially with the strain on her scalp and the stimulation it all provides. Even the nerve of him!

Finally, she's found someone just as dangerous, just as reckless. ]

[ It's all so arousing; the sounds she makes, the pressure of her fingers on his skin, the endurance as she takes him in. He's trying to decide if he'd rather cum down her throat or across her face, but it doesn't seem there's going to be enough time to choose. With a wavering breath and a hardy groan, he spills himself into her mouth. ]

[ That, too, gets a moan out of her! With a swallow, she firmly massages his hips, bobbing down his length one last time, to ensure that's he's fully satisfied! ]

[ As his orgasm calms, his grasp on her hair loosens. He steps back and, glancing briefly around the room, spots a box of tissues to clean of what remains. All the while he watches her, glancing every so often to the mess on the floor. ]

You truly are a beauty.

[ He helps her to rise then takes her in a firm kiss. ]

[ As William does so, she eases to sit on the floor, idly dragging the heel of her thumb under her lip as she catches her breath. The blood has crept between the floorboards, mere inches from her knees, and how she admires it!

Despite that, her face brightens when William speaks to her - offers his hand, and kisses her! When has a man made her feel so content? While he's living, anyway. ]

And you are a wonder. [ Once whispering against his lips, she kisses him once more with a delectable hum. ] I think we were made for one another.

Honestly, I do not believe in soulmates. However, I do feel I made the right choice going out this evening.

[ His grip on her hand tightens briefly as he give her another short kiss. ]

Though, you may very well be my downfall, I don't seem to care much.

[ Though, that first bit gets a pouty frown out of Grell, her brow softens-- and her features ease entirely, at his kiss! She might even hum in approval! ]

Well, then, why don't we torch this place, and then you can take us to yours, so we can clean up?

[ He looks down at the excessive mess Grell's caused. There certainly isn't anyway they're going to clean this up, so lighting it up seems the only way. ]

It needs to come across as an accident.

[ In the most smitten way, Grell watches his face, as his mind works. His conclusion leaves her grinning. ]

How?

[ It takes him a few minutes to think on, but eventually he makes his move. The man's pocket knife is retrieved from the base of his skull, and with zero hesitation, placed back into Grell's hands. Then with a bit of a huff, he removes the man's cock from his mouth, placing it back down where it's supposed to be. Certainly his corpse will be burnt, but any potential remains will look far less suspicious when all the pieces are in their correct places. ]

Cover yourself up and head to the car. Calmly, in case someone is to see you, they won't think anything on it.

[ Eventually, William joins her in his car. Starting it up as if nothing strange had occurred this night. As they head down the block, faint wisps of smoke can be detected. It should go up quickly and leave no trace. ]

[ Grell takes the knife, biting at the edge of her lip merrily. Watching him, she wonders if this is what it's like, to feel provided for! ]

Mn, as you say, dear!

[ Gathering up her bloodied clothes, it becomes clear that she can't leave wearing what she arrived in. But after a quick glance about, she spots a coat draped over the back of a dining room chair. There's even an empty paper bag there she can use for her clothes, presumably from the non-perishables left on the table.

Zipping herself up, the coat is certainly oversized on her, but it covers what it needs to. She rolls up the sleeves, slips on her shoes, grabs her bag, and gives William a kiss - and then, she's on her way out.

Grell doesn't seem at all anxious when William rejoins her; in fact, she'd been visibly bored while browsing her phone, and all too excited that he had arrived to distract her. As they drive away, she pets along the back of his neck lovingly. ]

So, what did you do, hm? Do you feel good about it?

[ He glances in the rearview mirror, where bright flames are starting to make themselves known, then turns off towards his home. ]

Another filthy, close minded person is gone from this world. I can't feel anything other than pleased. Though, that was far more clean up work than I've ever had to do, previously.

[ The last bit would make him sound a bit irritable if her fingers on his neck weren't so delightfully soft. ]

[ Grell raises a brows with a snerk. ]

How do you truly enjoy it without a bit of a mess?

They suffer. That is the important part, to me.

[ There's a pleased hum. The fact that her fingers are dancing along the same spot she'd paralyzed that man is oddly appealing. Despite the mess, it was a beautiful sight to behold. ]

[ It's quite the contrast, to how he shied away from her fingers earlier. Though, perhaps it was the hair that bothered him? Something to test, later. ]

Do you torture them, then? Beforehand?

[ She sounds so very delighted by the thought! ]

In a sense, yes.

[ Thankfully, he lives a decent ways away, but eventually they're pulling into his garage. He moves around the side of the car, helping Grell to exit before moving to let them inside. His house is quite minimalistic in terms of decor. Clean lines and simple colors. He's obviously not one to decorate, but it still holds a sense of class. Almost immediately he breaks out some wine glasses and pours them a celebratory drink. ]

[ Grell rolls her eyes, but she chuckles. ]

So you intend to keep a sense of mystery about you. I see.

[ That he's treating her like a lady certainly hasn't been lost on the redhead. In fact, she is quite certain that she's in love, now. Even if his sense of aesthetic is boring. ]

You've a lovely place.

[ Accepting her wine glass, she holds out, quietly insisting that they should clink glasses! ]

[ Somehow he's sure that comment on his home was a bit tongue in cheek. So she gets a short glare, but it's quickly brushed off and he clinks his glass to hers. ]

You'll need something to wear. I won't have that jacket staying in my home longer than is necessary.

[ But he sips his wine for now, enjoying its sweet taste. ]

[ That glare earns a perplexed, but very amused blink! Still, she recedes her glass to take a sip. ]

Mn, very well. That's understandable.

[ Setting aside her glass on the kitchen counter, she unzips the coat to remove, and drops it into the bag that she's left by her feet, holding her bloodied clothes. ]

[ After watching the coat fall, William approaches. He picks her glass up from the counter, placing it back in her hand. ]

His blood blends in seamlessly with your hair. Had I not watched your performance, I would be none the wiser.

[ Then enjoying a sip from his glass, takes her free hand in his own and leads her towards the staircase. ]

Let's clean you of it.

[ Accepting the glass, her fingers linger over William's. The way she admires him, it isnt entirely clear whether she's even listening - but she does mirror him, as he takes a sip. ]

You know precisely how to spoil me, don't you? I must be dreaming.

[ She gives his hand a bit of a squeeze as she accompanies him up the stairs. ]

I'm only doing what I believe to be gentlemanly. You'll have to tell me what other things you may enjoy.

[ The bedroom is a tad bit cozier than the rest of the home. Dark, warm-toned wood furniture with a large canopy bed. Plenty of pillows atop plush bedding. The bathroom is spacious with a large footed tub and separate stand alone shower stall lined in rather expensive looking marble tile. It's becoming more and more obvious that this man has a successful career.

Some oversized towels are pull from the linen closet and set beside the stall. ]