Thread: Wicked Game [Sebastian&SHARPii]

Jericho had never considered himself an angry man. He could see how other would think he was people often responded to threats made of anger and when you were threatening a person they rarely noticed if that anger was feigned or not. As it was, invading this woman's house, commanding her to stay put while he explored the rest of the apartment he was quite calm. Sure there were butterflies within him at the excitement to come but he was levelheaded and calm. That's what made him so dangerous he didn't let his emotions get the better of him. Not anymore, at least. After returning from checking out her apartment he found the blonde still seated where he had left her. He noticed her swallow when he entered her vision. While he was completely levelheaded and calm he could also become incredibly focused when he found such pretty prey. He'd notice every tiny motion she made, every bead of sweat on her forehead. He lived on her fear and discomfort just as much as he would eventually enjoy physical charms. He gave her a small list of orders and a small, satisfied smirk formed on his lips as her eyes widened. He waited like that, smirk on his lips as he simply watched her as she thought over the commands. He could see the internal battle raging within her, he could see that her fear over him was easily overwhelming her sense to fight back. What a wonderful prize he had found this night. Slowly she began to do as instructed, her hands having to force themselves to separate so the one could rise and slide her glasses off. After setting them on the table she removed the tie that was holding her hair up, which allowed her long blonde locks to fall about her chest and back. He liked long hair it was easier to grip onto and a lady such as herself wore it well. She still had his next, even more embarrassing commands to follow. He easily noticed the way she bit her bottom lip while her eyes studied the scant clothes she was wearing. She then stood up, stepping away from the chair, her dainty hands gripping at the boxer shorts and pulling them even tighter against herself. She then slowly moved her body around in a circle, Jericho's eyes greedily looking over her slim, petite, wonderful body. With the way she was pulling her short tight he got a nice look at the curves of her ass. The little show ended all too soon and she was facing him once more not that her front side was bad to admire either as she answered his questions. He waited for her to answer all of his questions, easily picking up the resentment when she told him that she was single as if he had broke into her house just to shove that into her face. He also caught the bold stare she gave him, or the attempt at a bold stare before telling him her age. Younger than he had first assumed but then he always judged girls to be older than they really were. Now, now Delilah. I'm not liking that tone in your voice. He stepped forward, raising his hand with the dagger she he could use it to gently tap her cheek with the flat side of the blade. It does make me wonder though - His eyes slide down from her face so he could look over her body again with him now standing barely a foot away he had a nice view down her shirt before his eyes rose up again to meet with hers. - How long have you been alone? How long has it been since you had a man to take of this fine body? He gently moved the dagger against her cheek, silently threatening her. Before she could answer his question however he spoke again, this time with more authority in his voice over curiosity. I don't like the underwear you're wearing, you'll have to be punished for that. First though, turn around and bend over the table. Arch your back inwards and pop out your ass. He liked to do that punish girls for completely insane reasons, not to mention make them flaunt their petite bodies. Keep your eyes on me over your shoulder, and while wiggling your pretty little behind I want you to slowly remove the shorts. Apologize for wearing such ugly clothing, then describe to me three pairs of more feminine panties you could put on for my pleasure. Then beg me for permission to put a pair on. She would be dressing and undressing several times throughout the night it was a kink of his forcing a girl to wear clothes and strip out of them for his pleasure.