"Enjoying the wine?" I ask her when she polishes off her glass in no time at all, not even allowing herself to enjoy the taste of the expensive and vintage burgundy.
She holds her fingers up to her lips to cover a shy smile. "Yes. Sorry." She places her glass back on the table. "I know you don't like that," she adds in a whisper.
Inclining my head, I stare at her in interest. Maybe I've gotten it all wrong. Maybe I'm not the only one studying the other's every move.
She's acting like she's gotten to know me in our short time together, but she couldn’t be more wrong. She's only scratched the surface to my deviance.
I watch her closely as she picks up a strawberry, dips it in whipped cream and brings it to her mouth. Her pink tongue slides out between her full lips to lick at the white cream, and I can barely contain the groan threatening to escape my throat.
She's doing all of this on purpose to entice and tease me.
And, fuck, she's doing a great job at it.
My eyes track the movement of her tongue. I'm completely enamored as her lips part and her perfectly straight, white teeth sink their way into the flesh of the strawberry.
I'm practically squirming in my seat even though this is not how this game is supposed to be playing out. I'm supposed to be the one making her squirm, not the other way around.
Forcing my attention away from her, I pick up my own strawberry and bite into it. It's juicy and sweet, and now I can imagine her lips tasting the same.
Fuck. Me.
I close my eyes and try to focus on other things, but it proves to be nearly impossible. When I open them back up, Adeline is staring at me with a come-hither look from across the table.
I make no movement to go to her, demanding control of this situation even if I've never felt more out of control than this exact moment. After a few seconds of tension-filled silence, I watch, frozen in my chair, as she slowly stands and reaches for the sash of her robe. With only a brief hesitation, she undoes the bow and slips out of the robe, the silky material whispering as it falls to the floor behind her.
My eyes greedily peruse her gorgeous body wrapped up in black and green lace and her legs covered in black stockings. "Fuck, you're beautiful," I whisper the compliment and am surprised when she gives me a shy smile and a subtle shade of pink creeps across her cheeks.
I stay seated, allowing her to run the show…at least for now. I need her to feel confident and safe and in control even though it won't last long, unfortunately, for her.
Adeline takes a few steps towards me, her luscious tits practically pouring out over the top of the lingerie. She looks like a special, sexy package that I want to unwrap. "I want you to strip for me," I tell her in a demanding whisper. "Slowly."
As she stands before me, I can practically feel the edginess and fear coming off of her in waves.
And it turns me the fuck on.
She rolls the stockings down her long legs, and I watch her, mesmerized by her every movement. I've never had a woman captivate me so much as Adeline has. I know I should be worried by the alarm bells going off in my head that this is going to end badly for me, but I ignore them and continue with this dangerous game I've been playing with this gorgeous creature.
When she slowly pulls the chemise up over her taut, lithe body, my growing erection presses painfully against the zipper of my pants. I welcome the biting pain, though, because it distracts my inner beast from taking over.
I don't want to scare her…just yet.
The chemise drops to the floor, and Adeline's hands modestly cover her breasts as she stares at me with apprehension lacing her features. She's standing naked before me in only a thong, her delicate throat working over a nervous swallow.
Standing from my chair, I slowly saunter over to her. I stop behind her, towering over her small, petite frame, and I can feel the nervousness practically coming off of her in waves. She seemed so damn confident when I first entered the room, but now she's trembling. I need to warm her up to the idea of me taking her tonight, and I know just the way.
Steeling myself, I inhale a deep breath before releasing it while I try to mentally prepare for what's about to happen. I don't like to touch the women I buy, but, unfortunately, some contact is necessary in order for me to get what I want.
I absolutely abhor being touched, a fear that stems from my fucked-up childhood. But as long as I remain in control of what's happening to me, I can tolerate some things.
"Hands at your sides, fingertips touching your thighs," I instruct her, my breath skating over the shell of her ear. Once she's done as I've said, I tell her, "Don't move. Understand?"
After I get a nod of compliance, I step behind Adeline, my hands shaking as I reach for her. I force them steady as my hands skim over her hips and move up to cup her breasts. I hiss out an unsteady breath. They fit my palms perfectly, and they feel soft, like silk.
"Fuck. You're perfect," I breathe against her nape, and it causes a shiver to run through her.
I pinch Adeline's pretty, pink nipples between my finger and thumb, rolling them gently until she releases a whimper. Her fingertips twitch against her thighs as I snake my right hand down her flat, toned stomach and under the material of her thong. When the pads of my fingers touch her smooth mound, I almost combust right on the spot.
She shaved for me.And knowing that she took the extra care to please me makes me hard as fuck.
