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Her position lifted and displayed her breasts in a mouthwatering way, and I longed to squeeze them, hurt them, savor her moans as I kneaded that soft flesh in hard, cruel hands. I would crush those red nipples between my fingertips, drinking in the soul-deep gasps as the pain overtook her, as her body yielded to my touch.
It was my turn to stand then, and I stalked slowly toward her, her brilliant gaze watching me, never leaving me for even a heartbeat, as if by keeping her eye on me, I might yet decide not to pounce on her, to take what we both knew I could have for myself, if I decided to go down that dark road.
But I had no intention of doing so. Taking a woman against her will held zero interest to me, and even more so with one so untested, so untried as this young woman. No, my goal was something else entirely, to lead her down that path willingly, to convince her to take those first steps on a journey that would lead her ultimately to her life’s purpose, and to her heart’s deepest desires. That, as rare as it was, was far more fulfilling for a man like me.
Then I was standing before her, a hand’s breadth away from her, the heat of her body upon my skin. With a single finger, I lifted her chin, forcing her to look up into my eyes. And though her pretty plump lips quivered so fetchingly, what I saw in her gaze was a devastating combination of fright, curiosity, and most surprisingly of all, naked lust.
“Lola. You can’t hide from me. There’s nothing you can hide from me. Not ever.”
“I don’t understand… any of this,” she murmured, her eyes never leaving mine. “Who… why are you doing this?”
I smiled at her then, and a shiver seemed to travel down her body. “You don’t need to worry about any of that, Lola. The only thing that should concern you for the next few minutes is doingexactlyas you’re told. Being good, and obedient, and showing a willingness to please me, those are theonlythings you should be thinking about. Now, and as long as you’re under this roof. As long as you’re taking this job. Do you understand me?”
Her mouth opened as if she would answer me, but I took hold of her right breast, giving it a firm squeeze. Her lashes fluttered frantically, clearly signaling I’d taken her by surprise. Just as I had intended.
I took her other breast in hand now, lifting its luscious weight upon my palm, testing the pliancy of her flesh, kneading those breasts until she whined through gritted teeth. I was already getting through to her.
“These might be the most gorgeous tits I’ve ever seen,” I said, staring into her eyes. I squeezed her breasts harshly, gripping them with a fierceness that matched my passion. “Do they hurt?”
“Yes…” she whispered, her eyes closed. A deep line had formed across her brow, her mouth opening in a gasp once more as I took both her nipples in my fingers, pinching and twisting them savagely.
I worked those thick, hard nipples until they stood out swollen, inflamed, a deep red that called to me, provoking me further. I had a set of clamps that would be perfect for these nipples, and I very much looked forward to them squeezing her flesh between their jaws, watching the glistening tears course down her cheeks as she contended with that sharp bite of pain. But it wasn’t yet time for that.
For there was a significant chance that all I would ever have was this hour. Part of this test was to weed out those who simply couldn’t deal with the type of arrangement that I was interested in. There was no shame in that, for those who concluded it simply wasn’t for them, and I would not blame a woman for deciding against agreeing to my arrangement.
Force could be sexy, yes, but only in controlled, negotiated circumstances. I would never force my desires upon a woman who wasn’t prepared to see it through, who didn’t herself want to see where that dark road led.
“Turn around, Lola. I want to get a good look at that ass that you had displayed for me so nicely that day I first walked in on you.”
Her eyes shot up to mine once more. “I didn’t—that isn’t what I was doing that day. I was working…”
I shrugged. “Perhaps you were. But your pretty, round ass was on display nonetheless. You must have understood how you looked, how a man like me might react. Or perhaps you didn’t. Which makes you even more intriguing, Lola.” I gave her nipples one last hard squeeze, reveling in the way she winced. “Unfortunately for you, intriguing a man like me can have painful, even embarrassing consequences. You’d better know exactly what you’re up to tempting me like this.”
Taking hold of her shoulders then, I brusquely spun her around until her ass was facing me. “You stay right there. I want to get a good look at this big bottom of yours. I have many plans for it,ifyou decide to come back after this hour. I want you to know, that in your near future there’s going to be many times where you’re going to regret that God blessed you with such a gorgeous ass. As the tears stream down your face, you’re going to wish you weren’t so blessed, that your curves weren’t quite so dramatic. Or maybe you won’t. What if in those moments, you discover something about yourself? A quiet dark truth in that pain, in that humiliation, in being objectified. Maybe it would force you to confront who it is you really are?”
While coursing my hands down the smooth muscles of her back, I reveled in the silkiness of her skin, the scent of her sex just barely detectable on the air now. I wondered if it was from arousal, or if perhaps it had simply been a while since she’d showered, the fragrance of her pussy deepening, becoming more pungent and powerful, and even more alluring to the male animal.
I loved the way her waist dipped in, then immediately swelled out, the curve of those hips dramatic, making my cock throb as I traced those pretty lines, then down to those smooth, muscled thighs, soft yet firm all at once. Down, down those legs I went, taking a moment to cup and squeeze the muscles of her calves. Then back up I went, wrapping my hands around the front of her legs, feeling every curve, plane, and contour, pausing again at her thighs to give them a deep squeeze that made her moan softly.
Allowing my fingers to dip into the hot humidity between her upper thighs just beneath her sex, my cock throbbed at the sensation of her silky pubic hair tickling the backs of my fingers.
But I assiduously avoided touching her pussy. This wasn’t about that, not now. This was about exploring what I increasingly, with every minute, thought of as mine. Of course I was getting much too far ahead of myself, but I couldn’t help it. With every second I spent with my hands upon this woman’s flawless body, I was more and more sure that I would do almost anything to get her to submit it to me, to surrender to my deepest, most twisted lusts. To make her give me everything that she was.
You need to fucking calm down, dude.
I stroked and caressed the soft, impossibly gorgeous buttocks, feeling their weight, the yielding of her flesh. I lifted both of those broad globes upon my palms just as I had her breasts, and squeezed them hard, until she rose up on her toes whining softly, the tips of my fingers turning white as I savagely squeezed her firm flesh. I fondled her that way for a long moment, lifting one cheek then slapping the other, letting her flesh drop so that I could watch it bounce, smacking it this way and that, loving the way my fingertips left faint pink marks upon her alabaster flesh.
“Jesus Christ,” I muttered, my cock so hard now it was painful. Having her buttocks in my hands like this, it made me want to do so much more to her. But it simply wasn’t time for that. Yet.
It was something she still had to choose.
And even though I’d been pushing her, pushing her quite hard actually, there was no way this was going to go further without her cooperation. Without her opening that door herself.
That didn’t mean I wasn’t going to take a few liberties here and there, while she decided what it was she wanted to do.
After playing with her lush bottom for what seemed to be an eternity, and yet not nearly long enough, I turned her around once more to face me. Her blushing was fierce now, her face beet red as she peered up at me. I was very pleased however to see that she still kept her hands behind her head, just as I had ordered her to. It was a very encouraging sign. But more than that, it made me a little bit proud of her too.
Don’t go there, Ellis. This isn’t about any of that. This is about lust, nothing more.
