His stunning smile broadens as he approaches me, paying close attention to my actions. I sit upright on the bed, feeling slightly anxious, and clear my throat to compose myself. Brushing my hair away from my face, I make a conscious effort not to be distracted by the sight of his well-defined abdominal muscles and impressive waistline.
I am a bit new to all this, being in a room alone with a sexy man without a shirt.
I am not a virgin, but I never encountered real pleasure. I only had my first time with my guy best friend, and it hurt so bad, and I didn't enjoy it. Nor did it last long. I've never been touched by a boy since, and it's been four years, so don't wrong me to feel some type of way with Lorenzo.
Even though we just met, I can feel some connection between us and strong sexual tension.
He suddenly slumps, and his hands press firmly on both sides of the bed, effectively trapping me between them. The abruptness of the situation causes me to gasp for air as my breathing becomes hitched.
His face draws nearer to mine, and I find myself instinctively yearning for his lips to touch mine, the refreshing scent of mint lingering on his breath, adding to the allure of the moment. His gaze is fixed intently on my mouth, a telltale sign of his desire to kiss me, and I decide to take the plunge and lean for the kiss.
I move my head to his carrying my lips to his, but he swerves me and pulls back before I can kiss him, looking at me with a smile, and I look down at my lap. "Do you wanna try the things I got you, Kitten?"
My face flushes red in embarrassment, and I only want to die right there. Evaporate. Something! I can't be here anymore. Not after that. So awkward.
"Uh," I mutter, scratching the back of my head, feeling my blood rushing to my face once more. "No-no, I am sure you got some nice things," I mumble, too embarrassed to do anything.
He sighs and stands from the bed, "Kitten?" I look up at him, "I don't do relationships, and if I try, I will be dominating. I like being in control, and I like to be obeyed. The only way for that is unless a woman submits herself to me, and I'll have her all to myself. If that woman doesn't submit to me, we can't do anything intimate."
"Why?" I am curious.
"When she's submitted to me, I can fuck her how and when I want, how long and where I want. I need when I am fucking the shit out of her she knows who's a name to call, and trust me I don't like to be disobeyed. You have to know what you're signing up for, Kitten," he smirks, "once you're in this, you can't leave," that he walks towards the bathroom door. "I also got you food on the table," he goes inside the bathroom, leaving the door half-open. I let the breath I didn't know I was holding out and clear my throat, unable to think straight.
What...just happened...?
My entire body rushes hot, my area flooding with warmth, pulsing uncontrollably. "I-" I stutter, my breath stuck at my throat while butterflies erupt inside my stomach, my panties suddenly getting damped.
Why am I feeling this way? Between my legs craves for him and for some reason, I want to go inside the bathroom with him and give him my body.
Why though? I shouldn't be feeling this calm and normal around him.
Why am I feeling like trusting him?
Fuck.
I rise from the bed to retrieve the food he brought for me, a wave of regret washing over me, knowing I was foolish to feel the way I did and probably still do and to have thought about that. This man is not my savior or protector but rather my abductor.
All I should focus on now is escaping from his grasp and finding my way back to safety, not sex.
On my way to get the food, I catch a glimpse of his body inside the shower, the sight causing me to stray towards the bathroom door, unable to help myself when I start peeking at him showering. The feelings I was feeling earlier comes back, and I only desire to be inside with him, givng myself to him. All of me.
If he didn't want me, he wouldn't have said all that he said earlier. Now I can't control myself. I pull my tank top off and slowly pull my tights and underwear down before walking inside the bathroom, my heart beating out of my chest in trumpets. I am literally doing this right now! To a complete stranger! My abductor!
I pause in front of the shower, sliding the clear door open. Inside, Lorenzo stands with suds still clinging to his skin as he rinses off the last of the soap. I step closer, and he turns to face me, water cascading down his chiseled features and toned physique, his piercing gaze scanning me from head to toe as he licks his hungry lips then questions, "What are you doing?" His deep voice asks with a low-pitched tone.
I grin at him and proceed to enter the shower, closing the door firmly after me before facing him again. "I'm going to take a shower," I inform him as I take the body wash from his hand, my fingers brushing against his, making him quickly avert his gaze from me.
Why is he not looking at me like he was before?
I sigh to myself, squeezing some of the wash inside my hand before I begin rubbing it over my breasts, my action causing Lorenzo's eyes to avert to my exposed chest, his eyes staring lustfully.
I want him to take me right now. What he told me outside turned me on.
"Kitten..." his partner is looking happy down there, and um, how the hell is h-he so big- huge, I mean literally. They are veins popping out from it. How can it fit?!
It takes me a moment to remove my eyes to look at his face as he proceeds to say something. "Shh," I tell him and slide my hands up his firm muscles, and he looks away from me, "Why don't you want me?" I ask, and he turns to look at me, his eyes fill with lust and danger.
"You think I don't want you?" He growls, creasing his eyebrows. "When I only want to pull you so close to me and kiss you," he grabs my throat and pulls me closer to him, my body pressed up against his, and I hold my head up to look him in the eyes. He leans his head down and places his lips close to mine, but not kissing me, "Back you up against the wall," he pushes my body up against the wall my hands leaning up against it, causing me to gasp and moan as it is turning me on.
He continues, "Turn you around and bend you over," he turns me around so my face is to the wall and bends me over, causing me to gasp at the sensation, "Pin your hands against the wall and fuck the hell out of you until you beg me to stop," he grabs my arms, causing my body to crash on to the wall before pins my hands over my head, leaning closer to me, his breath tickling against my skin.
A hungry moan leaves my lips as I wait on what he'll do next, but nothing happens.
I turn to look at him, to see him shaking his head before he lets me loose, sliding the shower door open and walking out.
Once again, he left me turned on. Sighing to myself, I let the shower sprinkle fall over my heated body, hoping it would do me justice.
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I walk back from the shower, fully nude with water rolling down my body, seeing that Lorenzo is already suited in clothing and is seated on his bed, his face buried inside his hands while he slumps down.
He looks up at me when he heard me walk inside the room, straightening his posture, his dark eyes sweeping over my body.
"Hi" I say, walking towards him, and he growls viciously at me, wiping his hands down his face.
"What do you think you're doing, Kitten?" He hisses, standing from the bed briskly before striding towards me with a glare.
I gasp feeling how close he is to my presence, my sensitive spot heating. I look at him innocently, "I was just about to ask you about the clothes you got me. I was only trying to get dress-" his hand comes out of nowhere and grips my throat as he pulls me even closer towards him, growling.
Starstruck, I look up at him with my mouth slightly open and eyes wide.
"You need to know that you're playing a dangerous game, Kitten-" he warns fiercely and provocatively.
"What if I want to play," I whisper, biting down on my bottom lip, the sight making him growl, knowing he wants me as much as I want him, it's written all over his face.
"Kitten, do you know what game you're playing-?"
"Yes, I do, and I want to play," I look into his eyes, knowing what I want, and I want him. I know I only just met him, but it feels as if I knew him my whole life. There is just something about him.
"If you want me as much as I want you, submit yourself to me, Kitten," his husky voice demands as his fingers slowly move across my wet lips, my eyes locked with his icy-cold ones that start glowing dark with lust.
I moan and move the tip of my tongue on his finger. "I submit to you," I whisper without thinking, breathing against his fingers.
My body is flaming hot, and I need him to take me before I go crazy for him.
He growls and pulls my hair back, "You have given yourself to me, so I have the right to take you when and how I like," he pulls my hair, causing me to cry out. "Lay on your back and spread your legs, my Kitten," his eyes sweeps over my naked body, and he smirks.