Thread: Wicked Game [Sebastian&SHARPii]

It took her a while to realize that he had started smiling and despite the fact he was basically some crazy psychopath who would probably take pleasure in cutting her body up into bits and then do whatever with the remains or the blood, he was really hot. Even with the way he looked and how sinister he came off to her, he was really hot. And this hit her as soon as she stopped talking, to actually realize he was smiling. It unhinged her and for some stupid reason, she actually thought that things would be okay. For some deluded reason, she thought he was going to just let her go, grab his shit and stalk out and never bother again, never remember where she lived. But no, because this wasnt some fantasy world where the things she made up in her mind actually happened. Because this was reality and in reality, when a guy was spouting off a list of demands with a knife held to your life, you do it, no matter how degrading or demeaning. She learned that, the hard way. A gasp came from Lila as his large and firm hand seized around her throat and her already so big blue eyes widened. Holy shiIm going to die. She gulped with difficulty as his hand was clasped on her throat but he wasnt choking. It was just kind of that authoritative hold that definitely made all her inhibitions go away and if he let her go and she was still alive, shed more than happily do whatever he wanted. If it was possible, Lilas eyes widened even more upon feeling his tongue along her cheek. They widened at first but soon her eyes fluttered half way closed. That was the most action Ive had in a good year or two. Please do it again She was more than astounded by her own thoughts but thankful he wasnt a mind-reader. It was possibly clearly evident on her face but she was a bit preoccupied at the moment, for even as he was silently threatening her and also possibly seducing her at the same time, he was still threatening her by keeping that knife at bay and thats why she hadnt completely given in. She wanted to. If it meant hed lick her like that again. Huminah. Huminah. Huminah. She was suspended a little bit but her bottom was against the table for a bit of an anchor. This entire situation was something out of a kinky fuckery movie and despite the fact she was irrevocably terrified, from that lick alone, she was also a little bit excited. Only very a little bit but she was suddenly very interested in giving into this man. This was made clear with his most newest command and his threat which wasnt so silent. He was going to cut her finger off, one knuckle at a time. It made her cringe and then also whimper and she bit her lower lip hard in her nerves, unable to take her eyes off of his and also to make sure that the knife he held to her pinkie now, didnt go any closer. Gulping audibly, her free hand shakily moved from her side and up her front, shaky and ungraceful fingers slowly and as nicely as she could manage, pulling her breasts out from the top. It was a bit of strain since it was only with one hand and she wasnt even looking down. She was looking at him, her gaze held in his or she holding his gaze as well as keeping an eye on that knife that did not come closer to her finger. It took a moment, and he did say slowly but one by one, she pulled her breasts out the top of her orange tank top. First her right breast and her left breast and as her fingers brushed over her right nipple, she was stunned to find how erect it was. She wasnt unnaturally busty. She had an adequate chest enough for a girl of her size and proportion and they seemed to work to her abilitywhen she was younger, not so much now, though right now he seemed to enjoy it. He seemed to want her. That kind of made her feel good that she wasnt a 22-year old spinster in the making. She was still desirable? Am I? For a moment she forgot the other set of demands as her hand fell back down her side. Staring into his eyes, her lips parted and her voice found her again, despite her quickened breathing due to her nerves. I-I have these lace panties. I think I have them in black, light blue and orange. But theyre called cheekies. They do something to shape a womans bottom, more than a thong. Theyre tasteful and elegant, in my opinion. I have them. She almost whispered now. Theyre in my room. In the second drawer of my dresser. She breathed. But umI feel obligated to tell you that I am wearing panties under these boxer shorts. Bikini cut, black in color, 100 cotton. Simple panties that were so comfortable. She wasnt too proud in the choice now, given her current situation but with the way he had her like this, she would just about answer him anything, do anything and look like anything. If it meant keeping all her fingers and that knife not lodged in her stomach. It wouldnt be better than being naked for him. Because he just made it so real. Does that information please you?