Thread: Repercussions of a Summons Gone Awry [Sera X Procyonix]

She didn't like his smile. Liar. She didn't like the way his hold around her waist tightened. Liar . She hated the way his voice caressed her skin with an unseen force she knew had to be a trick. Liar. Liar. Liar. Cecilia cursed her body, which was fighting her around every turn and at every cross road. Onto the counter she was set, his body forcing her legs apart as he stood between them. Ceci bit down on the inside of her cheek when she felt the warm brush of his cock, silky to the touch as it rubbed against her bare sex. It made her pulse jump, again . She thought her heart might just give out on her if he didn't leave her alone. Certainly it could only take so much. She had been cold only moments earlier, but his close proximity, and the feel of his breath against the sensitive skin of her neck had her warming in all the wrong ways. Ceci was busy trying to compartmentalize her emotions when he collected her hands, blowing the warm caress of air against the palms in a way that made her gasp. Her eyes were dazed when she looked up at him, her body filled with a soft hum of tingling. She didn't immediately argue when he pushed her arms behind her back, afraid of what sound would come out of her mouth if she opened it. He read her so easily. It wasn't something she was used to. Having her emotions and thoughts so carelessly left in the open was a weakness she had never had before. But when his voice slid over her, sinking into her mind and soaring through her veins, she couldn't help but turn into an open book. A trickle of heat between her legs had her body crying out for him, wanting another taste of what he'd offered her earlier- but it wanted more . It wanted something it hadn't yet had the pleasure of knowing. But there he was, making her feel more. The tip of his cock rubbed against her in a way that had her squirming, only making the friction even worse for her by her own stupid movement. Even if it wasn't obvious by her reaction, the slightly damp silk would be evidence to proof his effect on her. But he was offering to maybe let her go- if she could only prove that she didn't want him or his sexual gift. Was that something she could do? In honest truth? No. The frustration returned, taking her silence and making her groan. It made her flush with embarrassment, their eyes locked during the vocalization of her emotion. He promised her pleasure. He promised her everything that her body was yearning for, but she was terrified to give into him. I can't... She cried out softly. At first she wasn't sure what she was going to say. She couldn't what? Accept him? Want him? That's what she wanted to say. She wanted to tell him that he wasn't as irresistible as he thought he was. She wanted to tell him that he could go back to Hell or wherever it was he came from. But she didn't. I can't prove it... She gasped, her eyes wide with terror. For the second or third time, she couldn't even keep track, her world crashed around her. She was shaken with the realization that she couldn't in honest truth tell him that she didn't desire what he could offer her. Was it fear that kept her refusing him? Was it pure stubborn pride? She wouldn't tell him she needed him and wanted him. But she did admit that she couldn't prove that she didn't want or need him. She was stubbornly stuck in the middle, unable to win, but unable to admit the truth either.