A PARTY FOR TWO----* [[Shiloh

[dominic evan lowe]

Dominic ran a hand through his shaggy brown hair nervously. He was at the grocery store picking things up for the night that was to come. Everything had to be perfect. His cart was already full of a whole bunch of things he probably didn't need, but like he said, it had to be perfect. He couldn't mess things up with Shiloh so he wanted her to like everything. He wanted her to know that he was trying his hardest for her. If he messed this up tonight, he would be more than pissed at himself. That he was sure of.

He pushed his cart down the isles, picking up the last of what the recipe called for for the meal he was going to prepare. He didn't care about the price as he checked out, swiping the credit card his parents gave to him. He packed everything in his car and made his way home, anxious to get things started. He wanted to have everything basically ready when Shiloh arrived. He took everything into the large apartment above his garage and set it on the island in the kitchen. He looked over the first floor of the apartment for a minute, making sure it was how he wanted it.

Dom had taken the whole first half of the day and cleaned the place from top to bottom. He made sure he missed nothing, once again wanting it to be perfect. He nodded in acceptance of his work and then set to cooking. He first put the chips and salsa out on the island before starting on the tortillas. He followed a recipe he had found online but it was extremely highly rated and everyone said it was the best. He was praying that Shiloh would like it all.

Dominic also had a recipe for fried ice cream. Shiloh said she wanted Mexican food so he was doing it all. He had the appetizer, the main meal and the dessert. He worked hard to get everything ready and cooked. He set the table, placing a single rose in a vase as the center piece. Then he put all the food on it, rearranging it a few times before he deemed it perfect. Dom quickly ran up to his room and changed. He put on a nice pair of khaki pants and a white collared shirt quickly, wanting to look nice for Shiloh.

WORDS !? 404
TAG !? Shiloh
STATUS !? finished
NOTES !? sorry it blows =[
CREDIT !? Hey it's SHMEY! @ caution 2.0

[shiloh maya west]

lookin' at the hands of the time we've been given
if this is all we got then we gotta start thinkin' if every second counts on a clock that tickin' gotta live like we're dyin'

Shiloh was nervous and a bit angry—of course that was to be expected as she had lost the bet. Normally, it would have been just a bruise to her ego but this time it was different. The stakes were extremely high and she had lost. She was in for hell now, and she most definitely knew it. The punishment, or in Dom’s eyes, reward, was an entire night with him, till midday the next day. Oh, Shiloh could only think of the things would do and about ninety percent of them made her shudder. She really hoped he wasn’t thinking of all the nastiness that was running through her head but knowing Dom he probably was. Damn, she really shouldn’t have lost.

As she glanced at the duffle bag that was at her feet, she exhaled. She had packed herself a change of clothes, hoping that she would be able to jump into them as soon as possible. It wasn’t that she didn’t like how she looked in dresses; as a matter of fact, she thought she looked downright gorgeous and stunning in them, but she wasn’t too thrilled to be wearing that little bit of clothing in a guy’s apartment. Then again, she had worn less occasionally, but that just seemed to be different. This was a whole new ballgame and Shiloh had no idea what she was in store for.

As she twirled around in her heels, one last time, looking at herself in the mirror, she smiled one of her I’m Shiloh, I’m not a whore but I’m better than you’ll ever get looks that sometimes made guys melt for her. She so loved when that happened. She sighed and grabbed the bag and was out of the door before she had time to turn back around.

It wasn’t too long before she reached Dom’s house, which was empty, as promised. Her eyes grew wide at the site of the house because it was so very big and so very gorgeous. She was entirely impressed at its grandeur. No one would be able to tell he was a slave by looking at the house. She wouldn’t be able too. She quickly made her way to the garage apartment and slipped in the unlocked door. The smell of Mexican food hit her face as soon as the door opened. Shiloh couldn’t help but smile, sigh, and relax. Oh, she really did love Mexican food.

Shiloh was quite light on her feet as she made her way over to the couch. She sat down on it, leaving the bag by her feet. She sat back and crossed her legs—her very bare legs. Oh, yeah, Dom would flip for this dress. Speaking of which, he was nowhere to be found but she was sure that he would be there in no time. Just as she glanced down at her nails, she heard footsteps and all of a sudden, Dominic emerged. Shiloh uncrossed her legs and pushed herself up, commenting slyly, “Look who makes a girl wait.”

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[dominic evan lowe]

Dominic had woken up early to start on everything. Well, earlier than he normally did. So, around eleven he pushed himself out of bed and hopped in the shower. He got dressed casually and began cleaning the whole apartment. He honestly hated cleaning and was dreading having to do it, but he couldn't leave it the way it was. Everything needed vacuumed, dusted, wiped down and cleaned up. It took him a good three hours to get it all done. He stood back and looked over the clean apartment, nodding in acceptance. It wouldn't stay this way for long. Maybe a week. But one night was all he really needed.

Dom grabbed the list he had made off the table and headed to the grocery store. He and Shiloh had made a bet that Shi wasn't intimidating. She had to make a girl cry within one week. If she did, she won and Dom had to clean her slave's room. If she lost, which she did, she had to spend a night with him. In a way she kind of both won and lost because Dominic had to clean either way. He didn't mind though. He was actually benefiting out of this cleaning. If he would have had to clean Jordyn's room he would have gotten nothing out of it.

Walking up and down several isles and putting what he needed in the cart, he checked out before returning home. He took everything inside and started right away. Dom was actually a decent cook. He just didn't let on to it especially with his mistresses and masters. He pretended to be horrible at it so that he didn't have to do it all the time. He always found ways to get out of doing things for his masters. He was known to hardly listen and they all thought they could tame him. They were all wrong.

Setting the table and taking a step back to look at it, he nodded before he went to his room to change. He put on some nicer clean clothes. He ran a hand through his hair once before leaving his room. Dom came out of his room and was about to head to the kitchen, but a figure on his couch caught his eye. Shiloh. He hadn't even heard her come in. He watched as she stood and his eyes widened slightly at the sight of her. God she was hot. His eyes traveled down her, noticing the very short dress and her very exposed legs. His mouth basically watered at the site.

"Wow." Was all Dominic could manage as he stepped toward her and took her hand in his. He kissed it gently, but his eyes stayed on hers. She really was gorgeous. And he had her to himself for a whole night. He knew he had said that she could change after dinner, but he was praying she didn't.

WORDS !? 497
TAG !? Shiloh
STATUS !? finished
NOTES !? sorry it toook sooooo long!
CREDIT !? Hey it's SHMEY! @ caution 2.0

[shiloh maya west]

lookin' at the hands of the time we've been given
if this is all we got then we gotta start thinkin' if every second counts on a clock that tickin' gotta live like we're dyin'

Sitting on Dominic’s couch and staring at the wall could only entertain Shiloh for so long. She had already spent a good couple minutes looking at her nails and the one that involved staring at the paint on walls soon followed that thrilling exhibition of staring at her nails. While it was all good fun, Shiloh was quite relieved when Dominic came into the room. It seemed she had startled him, which she found to be a very good thing. Shiloh loved the upper hand and the element of surprise and the two just worked so well together that it was a boost to her ego. The relationship between Shiloh and Dom would have been perfect, probably, or in any case, much less interesting, if only one was an egotistical maniac.

Shiloh couldn’t help but smile knowingly at Dom. When the male stopped dead in his tracks, Shiloh knew she had won the first round with her killer outfit. Apparently being captain of the girls’ varsity volleyball team and co captain of the swim team had its perks, one of the most noticeable ones being her amazingly toned legs. She was actually quite confident as she stood there with her hands on her hips. The heels only added to the amazing feeling she had. Shiloh really loved to feel the power.

As Dominic struggled to get a word out, Shiloh laughed very softly. When he took her hand in his and kissed it, she locked eyes with his. While his gaze seemed to hold nothing but adoration, hers was more of an evil look. She knew that she may have stopped him dead in his tracks but she was pretty sure that he had more tricks up his sleeve. She figured she would hedge her bets by getting ahead.

She gently tugged on his hand, pulling his arm, which, in turn, pulled his whole body closer to hers. Shiloh had a devilish look on her face as she slowly pulled him closer until their bodies were practically touching. Now that Shiloh had her heels on, she was a much better match for Dom’s height. She broke the hold between their hands and then placed the same hand on Dom’s upper back, almost as if they were in a hold for ballroom dancing. She then brought her right hand and placed it lightly on his shoulder. Shiloh looked calm and cool as she did all of this. The entire time she held Dominic’s gaze, not wanting to break the moment. She stepped that much closer, which was probably only an inch. Now their bodies were pressed against each other. Shiloh leaned so that her mouth was by his ear. Whispering seductively, she cooed, “You should see what’s underneath.” With that, Shiloh pulled back from Dom and took a step back. She ran her hand through her blonde hair before she smiled back at him and said, “Let’s eat. I’m famished.”

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[dominic evan lowe]

Dominic knew the rules. He knew his place. He was a slave and Shiloh was a mistress. Not his mistress, but still she had authority over him. It shouldn't be that way. He had money. He had looks. He had charm and everything that could make a girl melt or..well not to be vulgar.. but take their clothes off for him. He was a man whore, sure, but he had the attitude for it. He had the life style for it. So how the hell he had been made a slave was beyond him. Maybe they wanted to show that the system wasn't always predictible. Maybe someone higher up disliked him. Maybe someone paid the system off. Who knew. All he knew was that it didn't please him. He had to listen to other people and do as they say. Well, he normally didn't. He was supposed to. But he didn't. However, tonight the roles were switched in a sense. He had won a bet and so he had say over what went on between him and Shiloh. So what had he asked for? One night. That was it. One night of her spending it with him, letting him cook dinner, and forgetting about the slave master thing. It was simple, yes? wrong.

Kissing her hand gently, Dom couldn't help but stare. God did she look good. This was going to be difficult. He was already sex deprived and he knew he wasn't going to get far with her. Not that that was on his mind or anything. Okay, so maybe a little bit because of what she was wearing. But he quickly mentally shook it from his brain. He felt her tug on his arm and he raised an eyebrow at her as she pulled him into her. Their bodies were basically touching now. Okay now he was thinking about it again. He blamed her though. Espeically with the comment she made about seeing what was underneath. He bit his lip as she pulled away. Damn did she know how to make him want her more and more that was for sure. "Damn Shiloh." He let out a sigh of a breath in the form of her name. He doubted he would even have to explain, she would know.

He shook his head and laughed lightly, trying to brush it all off. He couldn't get his hopes up because he knew Shiloh would only crush them. That was probably her plan though. He knew she was a little mad that he had won this bet and she hadn't. He led her into the kitchen. However, before they reached the food, his mind got the best of him and he turned around to face her, a smirk on his face. He raised an eyebrow at her and he was sure that by looking in his eyes one would be able to tell that he had something in his mind. Dom was Dom though and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't help himself from flirting and he most definitely couldn't keep his normal self locked away any longer. He closed the space betweent them and did as she had, pressing their bodies basically together. He let his fingers rest just below the hem of her dress and began to slowly and very lightly drag them upward. "Can I take you up on that offer now?" He knew she would probably say no, but once again, he couldn't help himself. She was hot after all and Dom liked hot women. Dom also liked Shiloh. She was too much to resist.

WORDS !? 600
TAG !? Shiloh
STATUS !? finished
NOTES !? sorry it toook sooooo long! AND ITS SHORT. all about the fail boat shmey is captain ! xD
CREDIT !? Hey it's SHMEY! @ caution 2.0