Who: Bastian and Ingrid When: Night Where: Old, abandoned parts of the former mental hospital What: A Win/Win Agreement Rated: NSFW
Ingrid had to get out of the apartment for a bit. It was actually the first time she had left the apartment since she had been back in Danvers, but she had finally reached her limit. She could take no more of watching Nico and Lyle smirking at each other and speaking in a language, sign language, that she did not understand. It was... sickening and she had reached her limit, so she'd tugged on some clean clothes, ran a brush through her hair, and had headed out into the night. Or at least that was her intention. She hadn't realized there was about a dozen feet of snow on the ground. So much for that idea. Instead of taking off, she was left wandering around the campus, taking the tunnels to various buildings because the snow was far too deep to trudge through, bored out of her fucking mind but at least it was better than playing party to Lyle's sexual identity crisis. ~~~ Bastian was moving around in a haze, the only thought he had was needing to get out of his mind for awhile. He had not at all expected Syn to back out earlier and apparently it was affecting him more than he wanted to admit. So Bastian had his bag slung over his shoulder with his "tools of the trade" as well as an extra set of clothes, just in case, with the intention of taking the tunnels to the parking lot and getting the hell off campus for the night. He still had some contacts in Boston he could call. Lost in his own world, he didn't even see the woman coming towards him until they practically plowed into each other. ~~~ Ingrid had been distracted by all things the peeling polish underneath her fingernails. The tunnels had been empty so far so she hadn't seen any reason why that would change and therefore she had not been all that inclined to pay attention. Of course that was before some asshole practically ran her down, causing her to go off balance as she collided into the wall and then landed on the cold, hard floor on her ass. "Jesus Christ," She exclaimed. "Why don't you watch where you're going, oaf?" ~~~ Bastian maintained his balance thanks to his graceful genes and took a step back to glance down at the figure sprawled on the floor. "I'm not the only one with eyes to see and feet that can move." Of course of the two he seemed the more graceful. He shifted his pack on his shoulder and glanced around, trying to place where he was in the underground labrynith. "Shit," he muttered, realizing he'd taken a wrong turn. He couldn't smell gasoline and oil so he wasn't near the lot. ~~~ Ingrid gave him a look, the one with her brow slightly quirked and her lips pursed, and then she rolled her eyes. "Oh, thanks, you're such a gentleman, helping me up like this." Sarcasm, of course, as she was getting herself to her feet and moving her hands to wipe anything that may have gotten on her skirt off. There went another pair of tights ripped. Oh well. She noticed the bag on his shoulder and couldn't help but ask, "What's in the bag?" And then she smirked. "If you think you're going somewhere, you're sadly mistaken. There's at least ten feet of snow on the ground out there." And she was more than happy to rain on his parade. ~~~ Bastian leaned against the wall, huffing out a breath. "You made it to your feet just fine. No injuries except to your pride and that will heal." Still, the rest of what she said annoyed him. Ten feet? No way in hell he'd be able to drive in that. He could shift, but the bear was too slow and the wolf wouldn't be able to carry the pack. Dammit. Speaking of his pack, of course she'd be curious. "Don't ask questions you don't want to know the answers to," he warned. ~~~ "You ripped my tights," she informed him. "And my pride is in tact. It's perfectly logical that a girl my size would fall down when rammed into by a man your size." She was, after all, barely over 5 feet tall and maybe 110 pounds soaking wet. She was little. He was not. It was pretty basic. The annoyance that crossed his features made her smirk but his response about the bag made her curious. "Oh, right," she replied, and then she moved as though she were going to walk by him but instead she moved to grab the bag away from him, hoping that his reflexes were slower than her own in this instance. ~~~ Bastian's reflexes were sharp, but she wanted to know what was in the bag. He held on a moment longer than expected then released it. Since it seemed he wasn't going to be leaving, he may as well make his own entertainment. "If I were to ram into you, I promise you'd notice." ~~~ Ingrid cast a glance at him over her shoulder and then took a few steps down the tunnel, unzipping the bag and looking inside. Her brow quirked sharply as she saw what was in it, a small laugh parting her lips. "I should have guessed it." She glanced back at him and added, "You have the look." And then she turned to face him, though she was still walking, only backwards now. "And the lousy attitude to go with it. I bet that goes over really well." ~~~ Bastian let her get a few steps away with his bag, not at all ashamed about what was in it before he started following, the inner predator coming to the surface to stalk. "I'm having an off day," he replied dryly. "My apologies." He may or may not have been sincere, but at least it was said. "I was on my way to find a distraction in an effort to restore my good mood." The chances of it happening now were getting more and more slim. Damn. ~~~ "Ah," Ingrid replied simply, and then stopped walking, holding the bag out toward him for him to come and take it. "Too bad you're stuck." She gave a dismissive shrug of her shoulders. And then she smirked a bit as she added, "I'm sure there's absolutely nothing of interest to find around here." ~~~ Bastian kept up his smooth pace, reaching out and taking the offered pack, though he didn't bother to zip it close. "You're right about that," he said, giving her body a quick once over. "Nothing of interest." Smirking, he took a step back. "So I'll need to find something entertaining." ~~~ Ingrid looked at him for a moment and then she laughed. "Oh, going for the obvious insult. How very clever of you!" She smirked as she then added, "Afraid you're too late. Can't really beat me down much lower than I am right now, sorry to say." She shrugged. "But if it makes you feel better to insult me, go ahead. I've always been a bit of a sucker for a hard..." She paused, purposefully, then concluded, "Word." ~~~ Bastian shook his head. "Never said my comment was about you, but that just shows how far your ego extends." Reaching into his bag, he pulled out a hank of rope. "Nothing to tie you to, so there's nothing of interest." A corner of his mouth raised. "Though if you're looking for a hard word or two, I might be able to oblige." ~~~ "Said? No. Implied..?" Ingrid quirked a brow slightly. "I think we both know you did." Glancing over her shoulder toward the dark pathway behind her, she smirked slightly as her gaze found his once more. "You know what this place used to be, don't you? Know about all the macabre things they used to do here, how they used to treat the..." She scoffed, using the term lightly, "Patients." A brow quirked slightly as she added, "There are places here they decided to simply close off instead of renovate." She paused and added, "I found the old blueprints once, the last time I was here." ~~~ Bastian smiled, the gesture dark and full of promise. "I actually didn't know that. I haven't spent much time down here, or learning about the history of the location. But it's starting to sound more intriguing." Maybe going to Boston would be unnecessary. He was starting to be thankful he'd run into the waif across from him. ~~~ "What a shame," Ingrid remarked, and then turned to start walking once more, a hand lightly touching the brick of the tunnel wall. "It's quite a fascinating place. Full of a dark and twisted history I'm sure you would enjoy." She smirked as she added, "It could prove to be quite distracting." And she was in need of a distraction probably just as much as he was. ~~~ Cocking a brow, he started to follow her down the tunnel, well aware of the cat and mouse game they were playing. It suited him just fine for now. "By all means, enlighten me." His long legs soon caught up with her sultry stride, so Bastian slowed to walk alongside her. It struck him at that moment that he didn't know her name. Then again, did he want to? He wanted to get out of his head, not woo a woman. ~~~ Ingrid glanced over at him when he caught up to her, a small smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. "Well, there's the morgue. That's not on the current schematics. Or the area where they housed the patients just before their lobotomies took place." She turned to walk backward again, facing him as she said, "They'd chain them up to the walls, leave them there screaming and panicked, and then they'd just.. pop!" She gestured a finger toward her nose. "Swirl it all around a little and they'd behave like little kittens after that." She smirked. "And they were still doing this all the way up into the late seventies." She turned her back toward him once more and added, "Barbaric, isn't it? They should have just let them all SCREAM!" She yelled the last word and then giggled at the way it echoed on the cold, brick walls. ~~~ Bastian chuckled along with the vampire. He may not know her name, but he could smell what she was all the same. Spicy, sweet with just the hint of graveyard dust that all vampires had. "Something tells me they didn't want everyone else to hear the screams. Though it seems to be pretty sound proofed now." All the dirt and the snow certainly helped to dampen the effect. ~~~ "Hmm, you may be right," Ingrid remarked, and continued to walk, winding a path through the tunnels as though she had them memorized and maybe she did. She had spent many a long night and day wandering around these paths with nothing else to do, nothing else to occupy her mind, before Reese, of course. She was silent for a long moment, concentrating on the route, and then she finally spoke again. "If I'm not mistaken it should be right around..." And then the old rusted door came into view and she smirked. "Here." She stopped to look at him and asked, a brow thinly arched. "You scared?" ~~~ Bastian followed quietly, working to memorize the route as best he could. Chances were he'd have to rely on his nose to get back out. "Now why would I be scared?" He leaned closer, teasing. "You planning on taking advantage of me?" Leaning back, he reached for the handle, forcing it open and waving her through first. ~~~ "Maybe," Ingrid smirked, and then she ducked through the door, ascending the stairs up into a deteriorating hallway that had multiple rooms, more like cells almost, on either side of the hall. Shackles and chains were visible in the dim light that filtered through the high and dirty windows. It definitely had an eerie ambiance, like they had just packed this area up overnight, closed the door, and never thought about it again, which was probably the case. It seemed only the more quaint areas of the facility had been utilized to build the school and this place was far too dark for that. ~~~ It may have been too dark for the school, but it was perfect for a dungeon. Hell, that's what it was. Setting his pack on the table in the middle of the room, he walked over to the irons in the wall, tugging firmly on them to test their strength. They weren't in the best condition, with some rust here and there, but all in all not bad. "Well, I am much closer to being entertained," he conceded to his companion. ~~~ Ingrid was drawn not to the chains on the walls, but instead to the room where it was actually carried out, to the chair specifically, where they would strap in the screaming patients and forever alter their minds. She walked around it once and then she moved to have a seat on it, placing her arms upon the arms of the chair where the straps still were, granted they were a bit dry-rotted by this point, and her feet upon the stirrups where there were also some equally dilapidated straps. "Oh?" She asked, a slight smirk curling the corners of her lips. "And what would it take to really push that over the edge?" ~~~ Dropping the chain, Bastian glanced over to where she was sitting. "To be able to cause some screams, of course." He said it like it was obvious, moving along the walls again, getting closer to where she was sitting. ~~~ "Ooooh," Ingrid replied, as though this was news to her. She quirked a brow then as she watched him, asking in an amused tone, "You want to play Doctor. Is that it?" ~~~ Bastian smiled, the gesture befitting a doctor for this facility. "Oh, I wouldn't be playing. I'd be perfectly serious." At the moment, it seemed like she was interested, but Bastian was well aware that looks -words even- could be decieving. ~~~ "Well..." Ingrid mused. "As long as we're clear on a few points." She quirked a brow slightly. "One, I don't really want a lobotomy." Maybe she didn't need to say that, but she didn't know him. He could be seriously deranged, after all. "And two... Anything that happens here stays here. No strings. No attachments. We see one another in a hallway sometime in the future and it's as if we've never met before." ~~~ Moving back to the table with his bag, he leaned against it, chuckling softly. "Damn, and I was so looking forward to messing with your head." He was teasing, of course. Still, he agreed with everything said so far. "Anything else?" ~~~ Ingrid rolled her eyes and moved to her feet, taking off her jacket as she spoke. "I haven't decided yet whether or not I'd be willing to let you fuck me, so if you decide that you want to, don't simply assume that you can." Granted, there could be play without fucking involved, but sometimes those sorts of things just happened and, at the moment, she wasn't sure how open she was to the idea of being with someone who wasn't Lyle even though she should, by all means, not care. He could fuck her but he couldn't talk to her? No, that just wasn't fair. ~~~ Bastian stripped off his own leather jacket, leaving him in the black jeans and form-fitting black tee. Overdone? Yes, but it suited his mood. "Then feel free to let me know if you change your mind. Any other limits?" It was nice to know that this woman seemed to know the rules of the game, how things were played. It made his part of it much easier. ~~~ "Other than shit, piss, farm animals and children?" Ingrid asked, a brow arching thinly. She smirked as she added, "Nothing holy. I don't want scars. And if you intend to do a substantial amount of blood play, be prepared to help me recover after, either with your own or by seeing that I have access to some other source." She kicked off her boots, which left her in just the dress and her ripped tights now. "How stripped do you want me to start?" ~~~ Bastian arched a brow. "I'm not against sharing though I've never done it before. Though I'm curious. Does the holy extend only to Christianity and related relics or other religions?" Being a Native American shaman, he was considered a holy man in his tribe, but Bas didn't know how that would affect her. At her question, he shrugged. "That depends entirely on how attached to them you are. Leave the tights at least." Since they were already ripped, it probably didn't matter if a bit more happened to them. ~~~ Ingrid had to give pause to that question. "I don't really know," she remarked. "I mean I fucked a half angel and it didn't actually kill me so..." She gave a slight shrug of her shoulders. "If you have any sort of holy relics in that bag, let's just assume they're off limits." Looking down at her dress, she debated it for a moment. She was never particularly attached to anything but... "I have to have something to wear back to the apartment," she decided, and then tugged the dress up and off over her head, leaving her in a black bra and panties with the torn tights over top of them. ~~~ Bastian's eyes roamed over her body approvingly, before taking a better look around the place. Irons on the walls, the slightly rotten chair in the middle, table, and hooks in the ceiling. "Fair enough. Last two questions. Safeword and anything you've wanted to try?" ~~~ "Red," Ingrid replied quickly. As for the next question, the answer didn't come quite so quickly. Was there anything? No, nothing she could think of in particular at the moment. She did have one request though. "The only thing I want is to be reminded that I'm still alive." She'd spent so much time lately feeling like she was dead that she needed a reminder otherwise. ~~~ Reaching into his bag, Bastian pulled out the hank of rope he'd shone her earlier. Casually, he started to uncoil it, giving himself length to work with. "There's two ways I can do that. Pain and pleasure. Pick your poison." Bastian wasn't one to have a scene entirely without pleasure for them both, but he wanted something dark. Needed it. ~~~ Ingrid tilted her head to one side and considered the options. Finally, she shook her head. "No," she replied simply. "Why should I pick one when I could have a little bit of both?" A brow quirked slightly, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. "And just so we're clear before we begin, when I said I wasn't sure yet whether or not I'd let you fuck me, I was referring to whether or not I'd let you fuck me with your dick. If you have something else in mind, that's still on the table." She glanced around the room then and asked, "Where do you want me?" ~~~ "Y'know, I think I'm starting to like you." At the very least, Bastian was becoming more appreciative of running into her tonight. "Oh, I've got a few different ideas, don't worry about that. For now, stay right where you are." He liked the look of those hooks in the ceiling. The shifter didn't trust it for suspension, but for a support it would probably work just fine. Coming around with the rope, he made a quick body harness, something he could use to tie in various ways. "Arms in front." When she complied, he bound her arms and wrists together, tossing the remaining over the hook above them and anchoring her there for the moment. ~~~ "I haven't heard that in a while," Ingrid remarked with a bit of a laugh, and then she waited patiently for him to do what he would. Arms in front, she watched him work, admiring his knot work. He must have had a lot of practice. Even she, as a fairly strong and dexterious vampire, didn't think she could wriggle her way out of it. That should have made her nervous, but it didn't. It wasn't like she was particularly attached to her life right now. Besides, she didn't look at him and read "killer", he was just a bit kinky and that she didn't mind. ~~~ He was smart enough to work his knots to suit the sub, and with her being a vampire, he made sure to secure her tightly. It wasn't like he had to worry too much about bloodflow. There were two ways out of his knots. Either he released her, or she would have to break every bone in her hand to slide free. Somehow, he didn't think she'd go the bone-breaking route. Stepping back, he glanced at her, trying to decide what he wanted next. Once it was decided, he knelt down, running a hand down her left leg and pulling it up by the knee. Rope was expertly tied around the limb, then secured to the harness. Her knee was now at her chest, leaving her open and vulnerable for anything he wanted. "Tell me if you get too uncomfortable." Moving back to his bag, he reached in to pull out his favorite knife, the singletail, a bag of alligator clamps and a couple other tools she might like. ~~~ He would be surprised what Ingrid could and would be capable of it the mood struck her. If she asked to be released and he didn't do it, then yes, she would break every bone in her hand to get free and then probably break him, but she had her doubts it would come to that. Her eyes followed his movements as he slid down her leg, his touch warm through the fabric of her leggings. She had missed the way a warm touch felt. "Don't think I won't," Ingrid replied with a smirk. "You're all green right now, baby." ~~~ "I just had the feeling you'd tell me one way or the other, but it's nice to confirm." The items were set on the edge of the table within easy reach, the knife the first thing brought into play. "It's a shame I don't see any outlet's here. Can't put a couple things to use." Namely his hitachi and the violet wand in his bag. The knife he used first to cut away her bra. Since it was left on, he assumed she didn't mind if it was no longer usable. ~~~ Ingrid followed the items that were placed down on the table before her focus moved back to the man in front of her whose name she didn't know, and didn't care to. "Hmm," she considered, glancing around the place. "There should be some somewhere but... I don't know. This part of the building is rather old. They may not have had it wired." Her focus moved back to him once more and she asked, "Am I not supposed to be talking? We didn't discuss that." She followed the path of the knife and then pursed her lips in a slight frown. She should have thought to take that off. It was one of the few bras she actually owned. Generally speaking, she didn't even wear one. Oh well. It wasn't like she couldn't just do without. ~~~ If it came down to it, Bastian would replace what he destroyed. He had before and would do so again. Just because this was a one off didn't mean he'd change his courtesies. "You can talk. I haven't gagged you because, like I said, I want to hear screams eventually." Tossing the ruined material to the side, he ran the blade over her creamy skin, pricking lightly. It was just enough to leave welts. Curious to how she's respond, he dragged it over her nipple. ~~~ "Only if you earn them," Ingrid teased, feeling that he might appreciate that. He seemed to enjoy her cocky banter thus far and was pretty good at giving it right back in return. Her gaze dropped to the knife once more, watching as he dragged it over her skin, red welts left in its way. And then he moved to her nipple and she exhaled a soft gasp. There were two spots on Ingrid's both that could make her purr like a kitten. Or three if you counted each nipple individually. The other was the small of her back. Needless to say, if he wanted her turned on, he was on the right track. ~~~ Her reaction wasn't unexpected as quite a few women were sensitive in that area, but it did make him want to play there more. Glancing up, he flicked the blade over her again, careful not to cut just yet. She'd clearly stated that his cock wasn't allowed near her, but she didn't make any mention of anything else. Like his tongue. Dropping his head, he flicked it over the bud, relishing the cool texture. ~~~ That second flick earned him a bit of a whimper as she squirmed ever so slightly against the rope. Ingrid wasn't expecting the addition of his tongue, and she let out of a full blown moan as that heat enveloped her nipple. Her eyes fluttered closed as her head fell back, hands balling themselves into tight little fists. ~~~ If a flick of his tongue got a full moan, Bastian couldn't help but wonder what he'd get if he sucked on her. Moving the blade around to her back, he lowered his grip to the spot just above her hips where the spine curved inwards, pressing to arch her into his mouth. He suckled hard, pulling her to the heat, the wet, the sharp scrape of teeth and roughness of tongue. ~~~ Ingrid exhaled sharply when that hand moved to the base of her spine. It did something to her, that touch. It sent shivers racing up and down her spine. "You are so not playing fair," she remarked in a half laugh, sharp fangs biting into her lower lip to keep from giving him any more moans as he worked her nipple, each rough caress of his tongue and scrape of his teeth working to ignite that familiar, tense heat at her core. ~~~ Bastian pulled away for a moment, grabbing something from the table, then coming back to bite the raised nub. "I don't recall you stating I needed to." Catching it in his teeth, he tugged roughly, soothing the pressure with his tongue. Meanwhile, his hands opened the alligator clip, wrapping it around the nipple he just released and tightening it. Sharp teeth dug into her skin and Bastian turned to grace the other side with the caress of his tongue. ~~~ He knew how to make her tremble, that much was for sure. "No, I didn't," Ingrid replied honestly. And she didn't really want him to either. A small grunt formed as he bit at her nipple. That was replaced by a hiss as the teeth of the clip sank into her tender flesh, causing her to squirm in momentary discomfort. And yet she liked it. She liked the way that it felt because it reminded her that she was still... living. It was easy to forget sometimes when you were what she was. This sound was replaced by a whimper as his tongue sought out her other nipple, flesh stiffening to greet his tongue as though silently pleading for attention. ~~~ Bastian pulled back as her body reached out for him, chuckling softly. "Now that's a greeting." He rewarded her, kissing her breast and nipple, scraping his teeth over the skin then bringing the clip into play. This bud was caught in the same manner as its twin, Bastian smiling at the look. ~~~ "You think that's impressive..." Ingrid teased, letting that sentence trail off in a bit of promise. A sharp intake was given as he clamped the other nipple, her own gaze moving down to admire his handiwork, as well as her own. "I've been told my nipples are quite perfect for this sort of treatment," she admitted. This was not her first time at a rodeo, so to speak. Her sire had had many different interests over the years and some of those had included watching her endure moments such as this. That had been a long time ago. It was strange how this made her feel... reconnected in some small way. ~~~ Crouching so he was eye level with her breasts, Bastian nodded. "At this point I must agree." Bringing the blade back around, he tapped it against her nipples, one after the other. A thought occured to him and he smiled, whispering a spell to heat the knife. It wasn't enough to burn, just enough to mimic the body's normal temperature. ~~~ There was something very empowering about being admired, about being put on display and then enjoyed. That's part of the reason why she liked this, or had liked this, back when she had been exposed to it every now and then. "Thank you," she replied with a please smile curling the edges of her lips. She caught that lower lip with her teeth again in response to the taps and then exhaled a small hiss as the blade seemed to warm against her skin. "Someone has some tricks up their sleeve, don't they?" ~~~ Grinning, he rose to his full height. "Oh I'm just getting started." Bringing the blade down, he drew random circles on her stomach, watching and waiting. Once she drew a breath, he flicked his wrist, making a shallow slice a couple inches long across her ribcage. ~~~ Breathing was an unnecessary habit, but in moments like this, it felt almost necessary. It was a natural response of the body to want that sudden intake of air even if her lungs had no need to process it. A slight hiss formed when he sliced into her skin and she laughed, licking her lips and then looking at him. "Promises, promises. But can you deliver? Hmm?" She quirked a brow ever so slightly. ~~~ Bastian mimicked her look, and shrugged casually. "Looks like we'll find out." He knew he could deliver, but right now he was enjoying himself. Ingrid was certainly keeping his mind off what had happened a scant hour or so before. Shifting his hand, he sliced on the other side. Symmetry was important. ~~~ This time he was not rewarded with a hiss, but she did inhale rather sharply. She sank her teeth into her lower lip once more to keep herself from giving him too many sounds because she didn't want to peak too early, after all. ~~~ So it seemed his playmate for the evening was one who was used to being in control. Bastian wanted to fix that. How else could she truly feel alive unless she lost all control? Dragging the warm blade over her stomach, he sliced through her panties, opening her sex to his gaze. ~~~ Yes, she was used to being in control. She thrived upon it. She chose the people she associated with based upon this. Lyle was right when he had told Nico that he was not her type, that she preferred men that she could walk all over. She did. She always had. But tonight, she was attempting to let go of those reigns even if it terrified her ever so slightly. Her stomach tensed as that heated blade trailed down over it and then she let out a soft grunt of surprise as he sliced through her panties, leaving her exposed.
Already she was aroused due to his previous torment of her nipples. Ingrid kept a perfectly smooth shave and, with that and the way that her legs were currently positioned, it was easy to see tell. Her slit was moist and flushed a soft shade of pink, and her labia and clitoris were both slightly swollen. His gaze only seemed to heighten that effect, causing that flush to creep into other parts of her body, her core temperature rising ever so slightly. ~~~ Curious how she would react, Bastian lowered the wrist holding the knife, pressing the flat of the blade right against her slit. He murmured the spell again, ensuring the blade stayed warm as he slid it over her. He gathered up her cream on the tip and raised it to his lips, licking it clean with a careful tongue. She tasted exactly like she smelled, only more concentrated. He hummed in approval. "Nice." ~~~ The feel of the warm blade against her skin made her moan, made her tremble from head to toe. Watching him with rapt attention, she exhaled a soft laugh. "Find something you like?" She smirked, a brow quirking ever so slightly as she added, "You can go a bit hotter if you'd like." She was fairly certain she could tolerate it. ~~~ Part of the reason Bastian was here was to cause pain, but he didn't know her thresholds. Sure, as a vampire it was probably higher than normal, but temperature was a funny thing. She was colder than normal, so he didn't think jetting the heat to 140 degree would be pleasant to her. Still, "I usually find something interesting." Raising the blade, he blew on it, the knife starting to glow a soft red from the heat. "You sure?" The color was more a parlor trick as he'd only bumped it up ten degrees or so. Slowly, until she reached the limit would be the method. ~~~ "Resourcefulness... That's a good trait to have." Ingrid smirked, watching with anticipation as he raised the knife to his lips once more and blew on it. The fact that it was glowing made her tense ever so slightly, unaware that this was simply an illusion. Still, "I think I can handle it." And if she couldn't, that's what the safe word was for. ~~~ Bastian smirked, slowly lowering the knife back down to where she was most vulnerable. He watched her eyes track the glowing red beacon. After a moment's pause, to let the tension build, he pressed it against her, wiggling slightly so it was flush against her clit. ~~~ Ingrid tensed almost instantly because she was expecting it to be unbearable. She was anticipating the burn. And instead she got heat but nothing that was even bordering on unpleasant. She gave a small laugh of relief. "That's just mean, Sir." She smirked, resisting the urge to roll her hips as, well, he did have a knife in a very delicate area and she should probably keep that in mind even if it did feel good. ~~~ Bastian grinned. "You said if I liked. And I made a choice. Not saying I won't change it in a bit. Speaking of..." He broke off, slipping the knife into the front of his jeans and reaching for the screws on the alligator clamps. She'd gotten used to the pressure at this point, so he tightened them further, the tips barely breaking skin so the thinnest drop of blood welled to the surface under each tooth. "That's better." Pulling the knife back out, he finished slicing off the shredded panties, tossing them to the side so that the only thing she wore was his rope and her nylons. Sexy. ~~~ Ingrid's gaze followed his as he put the knife away, watching those hands as they moved up to her breasts. She bit her bottom lip to keep from giving him too much of a whimper, her body trembling in response to the painful stimuli before she went back to her previous train of thought. "Mmm, but to make me expect one thing and give me another?" She quirked a brow slightly. "You like to keep on their toes don't you?" And then she glanced down at her current position and added with a smirk, "Clearly." And then her focus was on the knife once more, watching as he sliced her panties off of her and left her nude aside from her ripped stockings. She noted the appreciative gaze that he gave her and smiled just a little. "Penny for your thoughts?" Yes, she liked having her ego stroked from time to time. ~~~ He didn't bother to answer her first question as it was rhetorical, instead taking the time to admire and figure out his next move. "Just wondering about how best to torment you. You don't seem like one to follow orders, so what I'd like to do probably wouldn't get me the desired results." Bastian didn't mind talking out loud, especially as he didn't know the woman he'd strung up. ~~~ Ingrid tilted her head so that her hair hung down over her chest in messy dark locks, her large eyes watching him as her full lips wore an almost inquisitive pout. "And what would that be? Perhaps I can be of some assistance in helping you figure it out." She grinned, pleased with the fact that he couldn't quite see through her. ~~~ "Now that I won't say." Still, it'd be worth a shot to see if it worked. He was creative. With a plan in mind, Bastian pushed off the table, moving back to his bag and grabbing another skein of rope, albeit a thinner, softer material. She was a little too talkative at the moment, so Bastian quickly hung weights from each clamp on her nipples, setting them swinging so the teeth would dig in. As she focused on that, he looped the soft, black rope into her harness, creating a series of loops, holes and knots that took the place of her panties. "I've got a few different ideas, so I'll just see what works best." ~~~ That was enough to get a hiss out of her and bring a bit of tension and attention to her body. Again, she was impressed by the way that he managed a rope, watching those deft fingers at work. "I bet you were a boy scout," she mused. ~~~ "Nope. Never." Walking around behind her, he continued with the rope, looping it into the body harness and locking it in place. While he was there, he dropped down to one knee, biting her ass. It was taut, pert and free for his caress. "You don't mind heat, but I wonder how you feel about electricity." ~~~ "A cowboy then?" Ingrid asked, watching him for as long as she could before her focus moved forward. She wasn't expecting him to bite her ass and she let out a startled gasp. "Uhm.." That threw her off her game for a moment and it took her a second or two longer to give him a witty comeback this time. "I've been known to generate a bit from time to time, but that's really all I can say on the subject." ~~~ Bastian grinned at the gasp, happy to have caught her unexpectedly. "Not a cowboy either. Just lots of practice." Giving her ass a slap, he rose to his feet, coming back around. "Then let's find out, shall we?" He walked to his bag, pulling out the violet wand. There was no electriciy, but he was a shaman with some spells up his sleeve. Unplugging the cord from the base, he murmured another soft chant and the wand turned on, flaring brightly and crackling at the tip. So she could get a feel for it, he held it near one of the clamps, watching the spark jump from the wand to the metal and disappear into her. ~~~ "So you're just a-" Her sentence was interrupted by the slap and she jumped slightly which caused the weights to move and the pressure of the clamps to increase in turn. "Mm," she repressed more of a response. "Just into kink then, I suppose." She had no comment on the finding out aspect of it, instead just watching him as he moved back into her line of sight, careful not to move as her nipples were starting to feel the sting, so to speak, and she didn't want to damage them too much before they'd really even begun. The wand caused her to quirk a brow, especially once the thing started to glow and crackle. The arc of electricity made her jump, the weights tugging once more. It wasn't an unpleasant sensation, but certainly a strange one. It made every hair on her body seem to stand up, every pore come to rapt attention. ~~~ Bastian chuckled. "I may have done this once or twice before." There seemed no reason to tell her that he'd done this professionally before. Granted, someone could probably find something if they looked hard enough. Coming back to the present, he lightly dragged the wand over her breasts and across her stomach, watching a stray bolt lace over the open wound. ~~~ This was definitely one of the oddest sensations she had ever felt. It reminded her of when she was young and her and her friends would dare one another to stick their tongues on a 9-volt battery. She had always kind of liked it. Of course this was more intense. She liked the way that it sort of seared her skin, how it made her body feel... vibrant. Of course she hissed slightly as he caressed that slice upon her stomach, every muscle in her small form tensing in response. ~~~ "Too much?" Bastian was sure it wasn't, but he couldn't help the taunting, slightly teasing note to his voice. Still, he moved it away, letting the arcs dance over her skin, jump to the clamps and back. Slowly, he lowered the wand to have it brush over smooth, shaved skin that he knew would be sensitive.