Original and Yours [Patrick][M]

[Valentina Aurora Harte]

The weather had thankfully been kind enough to stay mild, the rain had died down considerably as had the wind and the little bit of sun that threatened the sky at this time of year did so bravely amongst the dark clouds that still lingered. Valentina left her dorm and looked at the message she had been given. A new master. She was actually glad of it considering the only mistress she ever had abused her harshly, using canes, bricks and anything else she could get her hands on to beat her. Knowing martial arts should have stood to her but when you're a slave you really don't think that to use it on the very person who you are supposed to be serving. Self defense or not, she just hadn't been able to protect herself against the vileness that had been Annika.

Pulling on her jacket she lifted a leg across her bike and zipped up against the chill that remained in the air. She only ever wore a helmet when on the track and though she hated to use her bike to go somewhere like downtown to one of the pubs, it was for now the only form of transport she had. Pulling her long blonde hair up in a ponytail to keep it out of her face as she rode her bike, Val allowed herself to wonder just what this particular master might be like.

For one none of her others had ever asked to meet her in a pub before but then again she had been most fortunate in the two masters she had. One had treasured her and taught her well while the other one she had almost fallen for. The road seemed almost greasy as she rode down it, she knew the grips on her dirt bike could withstand it however and soon she was pulling up outside the pub. It took her a minute to get off her bike, psyche herself up and enter. Valentina hadn't a clue what he looked like so she didn't bother to look around as she walked in unzipping her jacket to reveal the black corset underneath. Straight to the counter she went and ordered herself a shot of cold hard vodka, convinced she would need any extra helping of courage at this point.

wearing: OUTFIT

[patrick dmitri schreyer]

Patrick looked out onto his front yard bikes and people were everywhere, though it was the life of a biker after all. Patrick had a huge party since the weather was nasty it rained for most of it but Patrick wasn’t worried not one bit however the police were out to his place more than a few times but Patrick being the leader of his biker gang he didn’t care about the police turning up. When Patrick was young he was taught martial arts from his father and uncle, he was taught MMA or in common terms mixed martial arts. It is a form that uses many different forms of martial arts and Patrick uses it quiet often he had often been labeled an outlaw but that didn’t stop Patrick for doing what he wanted.

Last night Patrick had brought a new slave some college chick by the name of Valentina, well she would serve Patrick nicely god he loved this town. Slavery was the main reason why the Phoenix Warriors stayed here, all his biker crew where masters and had slaves, Patrick had chosen a slave last not because he didn’t want to, some would say that he was just too picky but that didn’t stop Patrick. Climbing onto his Harley Davidson, Patrick turned the engine on he placed his leather jacket and black sunglasses on and drove onto the road. Patrick had told his new slave to meet him at Joe’s pub the local hang out for the Phoenix Warriors.

It didn’t take Patrick long before he reached Joe’s pub he parked his bike in his usual spot, if anyone had taken his spot they would be sorry. Patrick was twenty five left high school before graduating and formed his bike gang, even though he wasn’t a graduate scholar Patrick did fine the way he lived his own life. Stepping into the pub Patrick looked around. “Joe my friend the usual thanks.” Patrick explained. “Coming right up Mr. Schreyer.” Joe replied, Joe was an honorably member of the gang he supplied alcohol after all. Patrick spotted Valentina he thanked Joe as he handed him his rum and coke, Patrick walked up to Valentina. “Well hello cutie.” Patrick said.

[Valentina Aurora Harte]

The clientèle of the pub were not any she was familiar with but then again, she had never been to Joe's before. He had offered her a clean glass for her shot and somehow she felt that this was an honor. The vodka burned a pathway down threw her and she smiled, relishing the fire and knowing she would need it. Surmising once again just what type of master would choose to meet his slave in this sort of place, she came up blank.

Looking about her she reached up and pulled the band from her hair letting it fall about her shoulders as she then yanked off her jacket and lay it on the counter beside her. A long mirror behind the drinks counter gave her a view of the room without having to turn around which was useful when the door opened and a tall dark haired man entered. She gave him the rough age of mid to late twenties, most definitely a biker and most definitely ruggedly handsome. Val lowered her gaze to her empty glass as he approached the counter. It was obvious from his few words with Joe that they knew one another and then he was beside her.

She could smell the dust from the road, the rum from his glass and the sheer power of his presence but he had called her 'cutie' and she hated that more than anything. Taking a step sideways she didn't bother to look at him but raised her glass instead to the owner wanting a refill and fast. He did so swiftly looking from the man to herself before leaving the bottle and walking to the far end of the counter. Valentina frowned as she looked at the bottle, she certainly had no intention of drinking it all. Knocking back the shot and slamming the glass down on the counter, she looked at the man through the mirror.

"I'm not a cutie" her tone was calm but firm, establishing the fact that she was prepared to handle herself if needs be, "I'm waiting for someone".
Surely that line in itself should let him know to leave her be.

[patrick dmitri schreyer]

Patrick and Joe went back some four years ago, this place had been his first drinking grounds it’s where he had met most of his biker gang and the place is where his gang was formed. Joe had bee providing Patrick with alcohol for nearly four years now so that was a plus on the good side after all. Patrick took a sip from his drink, most people went crazy and became a violent when they drink rum but Patrick was a happy drunk though it didn’t stop him for getting into trouble, some would even go as far in saying that he gotten in trouble with the law almost everyday but that was a lie it was something like three times a week.

Patrick spotted his new slave Valentina immediately at the bar, he had said cutie only because he was being honest. Patrick watched as Valentina drank another glass of vodka he grinned she would be fun so why not play with her a little bit before formally introducing himself to her as she explained to Patrick that she was looking for someone well that someone must be him. “I only speak the truth love but you do look hot.” Patrick explained as he finished his rum and coke. Patrick signaled Joe for another glass, who nodded and poured Patrick another rum and coke.

Patrick took a sip from his new glass and turned back to Valentina he wondered how long he would get away from this little game. “Yeah? I’m looking for someone too how weird is that.” Patrick replied. “Who are you looking for maybe I know them.” Patrick asked as he took a gulp of his drink. Patrick looked around the pub there weren’t many people in the pub probably only four people excluding Joe, Valentina and himself. Turning back to Valentina Patrick took another sip and placed his glass back down on the bar bench.

[Valentina Aurora Harte]

Valentina wished her new master would get here already, why dumb ass punks thought they were so high up and hard assed that any girl alone would fall for their cheesy lines was beyond her but this guy beside her seemed to be under the impression that she welcomed his. Why else would he continue to annoy her? His ego obviously big enough to sail down river all on it's own Valentina looked at the bottle of vodka in front of her. She would not let herself get plastered before her new master came in, afterwards maybe but she had every intention of making a good first impression. Though in this type of establishment that seemed a task in itself.

Taking a deep sigh she turned to face him for the first time, realizing she was coming almost squarely with his massive broad chest. The guy so obviously worked out. It seemed to take forever for her eyes to travel up his torso to his face and quickly she glanced at the mirror before looking back at him. There had obviously been about three inches of grime thick on the surface of the mirror that and it must surely be warped for even though the guy had looked good enough through that, he was positively explosive in the flesh. For a while she was speechless, her mouth opening and closing as if she really had something to say but for now it quite literally failed her.

It only took a moment though, his smart tongue seemed to be like a splash of cold water in her face. So he thought she looked hot and he was here looking for someone as well.
"Look I'm sure you're a real nice guy an' all but I really don't want to talk with you" she grabbed her jacket in one hand and tossing a twenty on the counter took the bottle of vodka and walked over to the grimey looking booths. The one she sat in she made sure was in full view of the window, overlooking the road. At least when her master did show up she would appear calm or she hoped she would.

Val realized she had left her glass on the counter and stared at the bottle. Could she really venture back up there with him standing there or would she risk drinking from the neck? Why she was even letting this guy affect her she didn't know and with a deep breath she rose from her seat and sauntered passed him, reached for her glass before returning to the booth once more. Not once did she look at him though every nerve end had been tempted too, in her wake she had left the deliciously lingering scent of her favorite perfum Poison.

[patrick dmitri schreyer]

Yeah Patrick knew that his plan of playing games wasn’t going well with Valentina though it had been fun while it lasted anyway. Patrick drank the rest of his rum and coke he raised his glass to Joe and asked for another one even after two glass Patrick wasn’t tipsy it took a lot of alcohol to do that even if he had a few more he could still drive home on his Harley though the cops might not agree with him after all how many times has he been in the watch house for driving his bike over the speed and alcohol limit once or twice a week though he always paid of the judge to get him out of jail which was good.

Looking back at Valentina he smiled as he took his chance to check her out. The outfit she wore just suited her figure and her blonde hair just looked good, Patrick wondered what she would look like naked he bet that if anything she would look more like a goddess well that’s were Patrick’s thought anyway. “Really you don’t want to talk to me well that’s a real shame love.” Patrick replied snapping his fingers. Patrick thanked Joe as he handed him his third glass of rum and coke for the day. Patrick grinned as Valentina walked away from him she should have least done some researched her new master at least have a photo of him, Patrick shook his head at the very thought of it.

Patrick took a sip from his drink and turned looked at Valentina. “Well how about now?” Patrick asked her he wondered how she would react knowing that he was her master. “Name’s Patrick Schreyer and I’m the guy that you’re looking for Valentina.” Patrick added in he grinned and smiled back at her wondering what was going through her mind right about now. “I’m you’re new master and I’m surprised that you didn’t at least research me a little bit I’m sorry but I had to play that game it was so open.” Patrick explained. “Another rum and coke Joe my good friend.” Patrick called out as he finished his glass.

[Valentina Aurora Harte]

About to pour herself another shot of vodka her mobile rang, removing it from her pocket she glanced momentarily at the caller id before flipping it up.
"It's about time, do you have anything at all on this guy?" her usual source for getting her any type of information on masters and mistresses had up and left Creighton the year before and it had taken just about every favor she had out there to find out someone else who could give her any leads at all on Patrick Schreyer. The call she had been expecting the night before had never come, a picture of him would have been handy and right now she was just too damn apprehensive to allow herself to get peeved on the phone with her new source. Swearing to herself that she would never require the girls assistance again she waited to hear what she had to say.

The guy apparently was in a biker gang called the Phoenix Warriors, favorite hang out joint was Joe's or one of at any rate. This was all really mundane stuff, she simply wanted a picture so she could recognize the guy when he walked in. Amy told her to hang up that she was sending a pic on right away via multimedia and the registration of the guys beloved Harley Davidson. Val sighed and did just that, wondering what in the name of all that was good in the world she would need the reg for his bike for. Contemplating this she looked at the terribly blurred picture that came through on her phone and swore outwardly this time. Looking up as she did so to admire the Harley outside the door, something about it made her do a double take on the number that was now flashing on her phone and Valentina knew she didn't need a clear picture to know what Patrick looked like.

She picked up the glass of vodka to down it, knowing that now she would most definitely need it. Standing up to go over to him she needed have bothered as he was now standing in front of her looking completely incredible. It was too unfair that he was now her master, she would have liked to have had some equal footing with him. As she listened to him she felt the color in her cheeks rise. She deserved everything he threw at her and then some. What an absolute fool she had been.

"Please don't apologize to me, it's me that should be apologizing to you. I did try to research you" she pointed at her imbecilic phone before looking back at him, "I guess it would be too much to ask to start again. Look I know you're my master, I never meant to show any disrespect."
she knew he could punish her as he saw fit and a quick glance at the size of her fists made her squirm. Once punch from them and she would be floored completely. She didn't know if that was the kind he was and hoped fervently it wasn't. She didn't know how else to bring this around in her favor.

Not sure how he would react, Valentina stepped in closer to him, the scent of him more intoxicating than the vodka she had drank. She was face to face with his broad chest lifting her gaze slowly up to meet his face, he was probably the most virile guy she had ever met and she was his. All his, the thought sent a pleasurable shiver through her something she wasn't accustomed too. She may have been a slave before but it was only the mistress who had treated her like one. Her hands touched his chest before gently making their way up his neck, would he go ballistic for her publicly touching him? If she got this wrong she could be pushing up daisies byt he end of the night. Tilting her head upwards, her fingers slowly guided his head down to meet her. If he didn't want this then surely he would push her away.

Valentina did not want to wait to see herself slammed against the nearest wall so brokered the last few inches between them. Her lips met his and sense lost all reason. Her mouth opened up on contact, the kiss seemed so soft and gentle at first but it seemed inevitable that neither would just leave it there. Her mouth grew hungrier, tasting him beneath the rum and coke. Her tongue battled his until soon her body felt molded to his and she could feel it beginning to crave him. Pulling back slowly she could only stare up at him as she moved her arms down once more and shoved them into her pockets.

"Is there a list of things you expect of me?" she smiled almost sheepishly at him.

[patrick dmitri schreyer]

Patrick just stood there waiting to see what Valentina was going to do, he gulped down the rest of his drink and placed it back down on the bar bench. Finally Valentina spoke it would seem that she was very sorry that she didn’t know who he was when he turned up. Patrick always loved to play games with new slaves who didn’t try and research him a little bit but it would also seem that she did try but Patrick wasn’t sure of that. Patrick just fell silent as he walked around her making it obvious that he was checking her out.

Patrick circled Valentina one more time before stopping in front of her. “You’ll do fine and don’t worry. I was playing and you were playing end of story.” Patrick explained he slapped her on the arse playfully. “Have a drink we with. Joe another round my good friend.” Patrick explained. Patrick wrapped his arm around Valentina’s shoulder and pulled her close he then pulled her back up the bar bench and guided her to sit down. Patrick took a seat as well

Patrick sat down and Joe walked over and poured him another glass of rum and coke, then he poured a glass of whatever Valentina wanted. Patrick then turned to Valentina and smiled he took a sip from his glass and placed it back down on the bar bench. “So you’re in college yeah? What are you studying babe?” Patrick asked Valentina as he took another sip from his glass, god he loved rum.

[Valentina Aurora Harte]

Val was beyond confused, she had just kissed her master and he had not reacted in any way at all to it. Was she that bad a kisser then? She had nearly lost all her reason when her lips had touched his but he had merely walked around her when she had done, checked her out, slapped her ass and that was that. She felt humiliated and cheap, not understanding why she felt this way she allowed him to walk her to the bar counter practically coaxing her to sit down. Joe got them each a drink and instinctively she picked it up and drank it coughing and spluttering as the rough taste of rum and coke coursed down her throat. The bartender was even decent enough to bring over her jacket and phone that she had left at the booth.

Patrick asked her about college and she wondered what his angle there would be, would he expect her to drop out of lectures to please him? Or did he even need her like that, considering that he didn't even register how she had kissed him in any way shape or form Valentina was at a loss.
"Bio chemical engineering, I want to join the army after college. Get myself out of here and out of this damn system" she hadn't meant to blurt it out like that but the alcohol had loosened her tongue and truth with Valentina always outed after a few shots. Casting him a weary glance she wondered how he would react to that much, if he even reacted at all.

[patrick dmitri schreyer]

Patrick knew that Val had kissed him but he did nothing he wasn’t gay or anything he just liked to keep surprises for his slaves. Patrick wondered how much of a reaction he would get from Val when he had no reaction from her kiss it just made him grin a little bit more, Patrick loved playing games. Patrick leaned in a kissed Val softly.

“Thanks for the kiss earlier my dear.”

Patrick explained grinned once more wondering how this whole thing was going through her head. Patrick watched as Val gulped down the glass of rum and coke he grinned he wondered what she was like drunk though there was always one way to find out. “Another glass of vodka for Val Joe and one for me.” Patrick explained as he watched Joe pour the two glass of vodka. Patrick laughed when Val blurted out the answer to his question about college. “Bio chemical engineering huh, so you’re a smart cookie as well as cute.”

Patrick replied as he gulped down his glass of vodka. “Army? My dad is in the army he’s a General now last I herd he was commanding the forces in Iraq though it could change. I considered joining the army myself when I left school but then I formed my biker gang now I bet the army won’t even accept me.” Patrick explained he shrugged and got Joe to pour him another glass of vodka which he gulped down straight away. “I’ll be back in a moment need to take a piss.” Patrick explained. Patrick left Val for a moment, after a few moments he returned to his bar stool. Placing his arm around Val’s shoulder he pulled her close to him. “Well you keep studying then but when I call you come alright?” Patrick explained further.

[Valentina Aurora Harte]

Val bristled when he offhandedly mentioned the kiss almost as if it simply hadn't been worth his time at all. She was glad now she had put a little effort into her appearance instead of going to town on it as she had been planning earlier. What was the point in trying with someone when he so clearly could careless. She listened as he spoke her hand reaching for the shot of vodka without even contemplating the condition she would be in shortly.

She wasn't a bad drunk, she could handle her drink real well but she at times she got talkative, other times she just got plain amorous Val really couldn't tell what way she would be.
"I'm not that smart, I am simply determined" she told him, knowing if she was really smart she wouldn't be here in Creighton but would have found a way out a long time ago.

Patrick told her about his biker gang and part of his past, another part of him that intrigued her. She didn't need to know any of it, his word was law and that was that. His telling her he had to go to the bathroom made her grimace though she could not help but watch his retreating form in the mirror.
"I bet the girls just love that one" she grumbled only to receive a nod of the head from Joe and another shot which he stated was on the house. She had by now lost track of how many she had and by the time Patrick had returned and informed her that she would come when he bid her too, Valentina was well ready for an argument. Alcohol also had this effect on her!

"Even if I'm in the middle of an exam?" she asked him turning to face his massive broad chest and frowning until she raised her gaze upwards to his face, her speech had slurred just a little.

[patrick dmitri schreyer]

“Well you have the looks to fool everyone.” Patrick replied smiling. “More than you know love.” Patrick added in he gave her a kiss before he left to go to the bathroom. After returning from the bathroom felt relived he needed it. Patrick returned and got Joe to give him another glass of vodka and he gulped it down as soon as he got the glass. Patrick took a seat and gulped down another glass of vodka it would take a few more glasses for Patrick to start to feel the effects though he wasn’t really worried about it that much after all he was having so much fun right now to even care about the effects of alcohol. Patrick listened further as Val complained about him calling even if she was in an exam.

“Well there are exceptions to my rule after all we don’t want you to fail your classes then you won’t be able to get into the army. I bet you’ll look even hotter in an army uniform.” Patrick replied he wondered how Val was drunk though there was only one way to find out. “I’ll buy that bottle of vodka Joe.” Patrick explained he always got discounts from Joe, Joe was a good guy he always looked after Patrick hell he knew what would happen if Patrick didn’t make it home. Patrick looked back at Val and smiled. “Follow me Val.” Patrick explained as he stood up carrying the bottle of vodka and his glass. Patrick walked a little bit he wobbled the rest, walking outside the pub Patrick turned and fell into the couch. “Sit.” Patrick ordered as he poured himself and Val another glass of vodka. “Good stuff vodka.” Patrick explained. Patrick pulled Val closer towards him and wrapped his arm around her.

[Valentina Aurora Harte]

His lips had touched hers in a brief kiss before he had left her for the restroom, as brief as it was she felt dizzy from it. Not good, she thought, not good at all. Another glass or two and she would either be out cold or climbing all over him. She closed her eyes and just before Patrick returned asked Joe to put the kettle on, she wanted coffee and lots of it. The smirk he gave her went unregistered, as did the fact that he only looked like he had put the pot on. Obviously Joe was hoping that Patrick would strike it lucky with this one.

Her master returned and after purchasing the entire bottle of vodka took her outside to sit in a couch. She hadn't noticed it when she had first arrived but her nerves were a bit tensed then. His own movements were a bit precarious the drink taking effect, goodness knew enough had been drunk. His arm about her as he pulled her closer and Val could feel herself almost clung to him. She felt considerably tiny alongside him but took the glass he offered her without hesitation. Clinking it against his own she raised it in a toast.

"Here's to my new master then" her body seemed to snuggle into his enjoying the feel of him against her, the strength and virility that seemed to emanate from him. Crap, she sighed turning her gaze up to view him, feeling the heat course through her and the all too familiar longing between her legs. She got horny on vodka, it was stupid and she should of known better to have started drinking it but it was also her drink of choice.

"We drink much more and we won't be able to ride our bikes out of here" her head tilted towards his neck, inhaling his delicious scent. Damn but now that she was intoxicated he smelt amazing. She trailed her tongue delicately along the ridge of his ear, moving herself around so that she was facing his side instead. Knocking back the shot she tossed the glass to the end of the sofa. In one brazen move she knelt up and reaching a long graceful leg over straddled him as he sat there. Her hands began to slowly run through his hair.

"I really shouldn't drink anymore" she grinned wickedly.

[patrick dmitri schreyer]

Patrick was starting to feel the effects of the vodka, vodka always had the effect on him if Patrick wanted to get drunk quickly he would drink vodka though there was nothing wrong with that, really there was nothing wrong. Ok so Patrick was starting to think like a drunken person but there was a reason for all this well he hopped that his logic was still his own and not the vodka talking. Patrick looked back at Val she was gorgeous though he kind of wondered why she was a slave but then again he had brought her darn he wasn’t thinking straight now what another glass of vodka going to do is. Patrick poured himself another glass of vodka and gulped it all down.

“And here’s to my hot new slave.” Patrick said as he poured himself another glass and gulped that one down as well. Patrick pulled Val even closer towards her he felt like ripping her cloths of right here and now and fucking her on the couch, yeah that’s what vodka did to Patrick but he was like that without vodka as well, Patrick just blamed the vodka. “Well then I’ll just have to call us a cab don’t worry no one will steal our bikes. No one would even dare to try and steal mine.” Patrick said his sentences were a little bit blurred but he could still understand the words that were coming from his mouth and that was a good sign. “Oh come on drink, that’s an order.” Patrick explained as he poured himself and Val another glass of vodka.

[Valentina Aurora Harte]

It was pure madness but she simply adored that he thought she was hot, so the feeling was damn mutual then. For even well before she had discovered he was her master, she had been mesmerised by him. He took her breath away literally. She joined in the toast he made concerning her chuckling lightly.

As her eyes all but drank him in, looking at his mouth and the flecks of color that dotted his irises she sighed audibly.
"Can we call that cab now?" she shifted her weight on top of him, her hand leaving his hair and guiding its way down his chest. Her speech was a little slurred but she was most definitely still understandable. She wanted nothing more than to be alone with her new master and show him just how appreciative she was of the fact that she was now his, all of his.

"or we can stay here whatever you prefer" she cast a glance at her bike hoping it was safe here, just because his was did not mean that stood for her own as well. He refilled her glass ordering this time to drink another shot, taking her glass she winked at him as the liquid burned down through her.
"Now how can I refuse an order from you?" she leaned forward her face so damn close to his, another inch that their lips would be touching but she was afraid that once that happened she would not be able to stop herself from going further so hastily slid off of his lap and standing up with glass still in hand, looking at him as if all she wanted to do was undress him there and then Valentina bit her lower lip.

"Better call that cab or we could get arrested for what I want to do to you right now".