Thread: Body Barter | Lewd & Father

For the briefest of moments that cool calm broke as she spoke, letting through whatever animal was truly inside of him. It shone out in his eyes as he stood there, as she spoke and thanked him for what he was doing to her, and as she did so it could be seen...perhaps there was a little something wrong with the man, a little something off. Of course there was, that had to be a given, no man in their right mind would be doing something like this. This had gone down hill rather quickly for Karla, or perhaps not depending on her own perspective, a situation where she had made a small little offer and the man had not only taken her up on it but had apparently gone the extra mile in his efforts. He intended to not just have his way with her, he apparently intended to control her life, and for some reason she was accepting it...for some reason she was allowing it and appreciating it, and it had to be for something much more than just the mere money. Surely it had to be...because money, a place to live, a place to stay. It was one thing to offer up a pity fucking in order to have your way...but to let this happen? There had to be something wrong with her as well. Had he detected it in the beginning when she had come to offer herself to him? Had he noticed it when she had first moved in, perhaps in the nonverbal communication between a man and a woman? Between a dominant and a submissive? The telltale signs that someone might be willing to give you just a tiny bit more? Even in the way she knelt to him at that moment, something akin to the more subtle variations of Ds lifestyles...Gorean in training perhaps? He wondered if Karla even knew what that word meant, she did it so naturally, kneeling so fluidly and perfectly. He had never imagined he would have his hands on anyone such as her, but now...now they were standing there together and she spoke and once she did he found his pace again. Her desire brought back his calm. He straightened his shoulders, giving a slow groan as he did so, feeling himself easing into his role with the natural inclination of someone who was born to such a thing. He moved across the room towards her as he did so, seeming all the more dangerous as his head lowered...shoulders bunched together and tight, yet it no longer reached his face. He was in control once more. His stride was long, swift, and he quickly bridged the distance between them as he reached out to take hold of her hair...he took it and jerked hard, forcing her head back so he could admire everything about her...his eyes tracing over the arch of her throat, the slender shoulders, the swell of her beautiful tits...and his free hand came down to cup one. He took her, touching her for the first time as if he had every right to be doing so. He was obviously aroused, it could be seen pressing hard through his clothing, but he did not draw attention to such a fact. Instead he merely took his time in molding his hand to her tit, digging his fingers in possessively as he murmured. Now, now that is out of the way...I am going to finish up, I am going to get everything set up, and you my dear little...fuck pet, you are going to go get the shower and bathroom ready. His hand came free to slap that breast, giving it a stinging blow as he continued...And yourself of course, please don't skimp on ensuring you're probably lubricated. I wouldn't want to hurt either of your holes. With that he shoved her away, literally pushed her by her hair towards the floor and as he started to step away he paused and then looked back at her, his eyes hard. Never stand in my presence. You crawl. The only time you get on your feet is when I specifically inform you or a task specifically requires if of you. Now crawl the fuck away...and make it a good show, I like a woman's ass.