Thread: Hire Me {Father Figure & AnnaBeth Belle}

Where in God's name did she think she was going? He watched it almost in a detached fashion as she stumbled away from him, trying desperately to hold on to some measure of her dignity. Not that she had any left after what she had openly said for him. Said...she had gone much further than that hadn't she, that was the wonderfully thrilling sick part of it. She had not just said what he wanted of her, she had shown him flesh, ran her fingers over her sex, and even rolled her own hard little clit. It had been evident how incredibly aroused she was and no matter what she might have said, he could even see that sweet cream on the fabric of her panties. To say that she had driven him to madness was a weak attempt to communicate how she had made him feel. His cock was throbbing hard, viciously so, tenting up the front of his pants in an obscene fashion. Yet there was no time for play now was there, no, not when her cute little ass seemed driven to get as far away from him as possible. Yes, he felt detached, like this was surreal, as if none of it made any reasonable amount of sense...and he couldn't remember the last time he had felt this attracted to a woman. He casually trailed after her like some serial killer in a horror movie. His long legs and steady strides kept pace with her panicked scrambling. There was the fact of the people in the restaurant, he had noticed some of their startled glances and more than that their frightened handling of their phones...they very well might have had the police called upon them. He was not worried necessarily, the contract he had with her and her employer explicitly kept him from being culpable concerning their endeavors as long as what he was doing with her was not illegal, however....there was no need to draw attention. Attention might make it to the wrong people and he had a career to think of, a life to think of, and he was not someone who enjoyed dealing with fallout. He was someone who eliminated the variables to minimize any impact on his life from the choices he made...and look at him, chasing after her, and hardly avoiding the potential disaster that she represented for him. He needed to get her out of there. His hand caught hold of her arm and he jerked her hard, his voice vicious and clipped as he pulled her body against him and he whispered. Fucking get ahold of yourself. You've bargained yourself away, so why are you running from it. Do not ever make me chase you again. His eyes glittered there in the dark entry of the alleyway, staring down at her as he felt her trembling form against him. His free hand came around to cup her ass, digging his fingers into her young flesh as he searched her eyes and he smiled, the slow smile of a predator who understood everything when he held his prey hypnotized. He leaned down to kiss her lips just slightly, softly, and frighteningly knowing in his skill at enticing a woman. Those lips of his were full and soft, the beard slightly scratched on her skin, and there was little doubt that he knew how to use them to full effect...yet it was his words that were the horrid piece of this particular act. Shhh, you don't really want to run stop, now do you?