Thread: Capturing A Phantom (Athene & AlluringEnigma)

Elena Belrose Elena's head bowed as she started to seriously ponder if she was truly enjoying herself. It was half and half. On one hand, she couldn't deny that there was definitely some part of her that was. And on the opposite side of the spectrum ... she didn't want to do anything else. She wanted to grab her clothes and run out of the warehouse. Hide away, mortified and pissed off at herself for a good few days, maybe week even. Her head weakly moved from side to side. Elena's mouth started to open and give the most honest response. I'm not sure ... Only to be silenced with a deep kiss. The whimpers eliciting from Elena hinted there was a lot more fear keeping her from pulling away. Granted, some arousal was included but compared to the sense of dread? It was definitely not as copious. Still, fear was doing its job as one of the most twisted aphrodisiacs in existence, and thus aided out in making her panties more wet. Please stop, she whispered, grimacing and frowning as each touch to her rear and breasts registered to her body. It didn't really hurt -- not physically. But the way it was wounding her was more than enough to tempt Elena into getting closer to and closer to crying. I wonder how many men have wanted to have their hands on these. I wonder how many would be jealous that I get them to myself Elena's fists quickly clenched, beginning to turn white as she forced herself to hold her tongue. Keep herself silent in order to minimize her chances of getting wounded, or worse. Godhelp her, the poor agent was trying. She really was. Her head moved from side to side, trying to block out and ignore every rhetorical musing that made her sound like an easy fuck. I -- Her face burned as Zara rubbed along her crotch, having noticed her dampness. Elena let out something in between a frustrated growl and fearful whimper. That's not me! My body and me ... the reactions aren't the fucking same! No .... NO! Elena panted, allowing her head to fall back as she took a few, deep breaths to calm herself. No, she repeated, in a much more civil but still stern tone. I don't like this. I really don't. I know it seems like otherwise. But if you learned any ounce of Psychology, you'll know the human body is the easiest and quickest traitor to ourselves. We react faster than we realize, and most of the times in manners we don't want to experience. I'm not some goddamn whore. No, I don't enjoy 'debasing' myself. I do care about the information. Make no mistake. But I'm not going to bullshit you nor lie to myself. And in this case, it falls with trying to sound like I'm some hopeless, easy fuck. No. Her head continued to move frantically from side to side. I'm never that, nor do I intend to be. Yet ... I will confess that some of these touches do feel a bit good. But ... that's the most I can say. Nothing more ... but certainly nothing less. Her eyes tightly shut, both knowing and not overly caring it wouldn't be what she'd want to hear. If that would really be what would make her die ... so be it. It would be better to perish this way than do everything she'd just uttered. And .. well ... Elena was proud. Knowing that should the end truly arrive, she hadn't caved in. She had fought. It was better to go that way than becoming little more than a slut to a criminal like Zara. And hell, this way, the agency won't know all of the unnecessary details about me sneaking out and so on ... After all, no one would believe La Fleur herself if she tried to tell them about their meeting. The thought almost made her roll her eyes and scoff. No, they would assume Elena had simply been unfortunate to run into Zara ... which wasn't a complete lie. It just had a lot of missing details that she was more than fine with no one ever learning about. This .. really is it, isn't it? Oh god ... Her eyes shut tighter as her heart began to quicken, fully expecting the absolute worst scenario to start playing out.