Thread: Cosplay of His Dreams

She looked puzzled, if not terrified. It only fed his interests seeing her expression. She was so helpless now, under his control. No one was coming, no one was going to hear her in this room, no one was going to stop him from using her as he pleased. And he was going to do a lot of things as he pleased. Do us both a favor. He said, now looking her over. Don't scream. No one is going to hear you down here and it'll only give us both headaches. He had his face close to hers and now he started to slide it down in front of her, his eyes taking in every inch he could see. Her jawline descending to her delicate neck, begging to be grasped, kissed, licked, sucked. Her collar bone, also sticking out enough as if to let the world know that it too was here. Her equally delicate shoulders were covered by the straps of her outfit and as much as he was tempted to pull the down, he figured there was time for that very soon. His inspection followed down to her modest bust, savoring a quick glance at the cleavage that peeked out at him before admiring the way her black leotard clung to her tightly, displaying every curve to him. Finally he was down to her hips, a little sad that he had tied her ankles together and she'd only show where the leotard grew thinnest if she offered to spread her knees, or he forced it. He found himself leaning very close to that spot, taking in a deep breath, but unable to smell her sex. It disappointed him. Her pink tights still caught his eye, just like any other bright pink item might. It was only better when noting that her subtle, soft thighs were encased inside and before the night was over and every day after as far as he was concerned he'd have his hands, lips, and tongue all over them. He stopped at her knees, finding himself far too dulled by the idea of her lower legs and feet to look at them. Especially when he had so much better to have appeal to his sense. Knee high black boots were never his thing anyway. Satisfied, and now fully erect in his pants at all the ideas he had for her, he moved behind her chair. His hands moved into her wig, pulling it away to reveal her nearly shoulder length, dirty blond hair. I can't tell you how long I've wanted this, Deanna. How badly I've wanted you. A hand slid into her hair, sliding down the side of her head, over her ear, then across the side of her neck. I've done so many things to you. So many things. But it's always been in my head. And now it doesn't have to be dreams any more. he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. You're going to make my fantasies real, Deanna. He started to kiss her ear, licking at her ear lobe. His other hand matched the path his first hand did, the second moving across her neck to her throat before lightly grasping, seeking to cut off her circulation. Just for a moment, though. Before it continued down over her chest, rubbing her smooth skin. Deanna. Deanna. He whispered into her ear. Don't you want this? The thought of her saying she wanted what he'd do to her made him tempted to remove her gag, but it was all a trick she was concocting, he knew! She was trying to win his trust with such loving words. He'd not fall for that. You're such a little liar. He told her, answering her envisioned response. I'll make sure you pay for that too.