Thread: Hire Me {Father Figure & AnnaBeth Belle}

Whatever she might take away from this it was most assuredly how terrifying he had looked when he first glanced up at her from the table. What had he been thinking when she approached him? He had been thinking about that contact he had signed and what it meant, what it hinted at being, and what it said he could have. He was already thirsting deep inside, little clawing hands raking at his mind's eye with the ideas of what he might be able to do with her. So many men might have the idea of some simple sensuality, some teasing bondage session, but not this one. No. This one was imagining forcing a huge toy up inside of a young tight little hole as the woman screamed into her ball gag, of face fucking her publically on the street, of taking her by the hair and making her plead to be a goddamned cum slut. It was terrifying inside of him and he could feel it building like a hurricane, the pulsing sound of his heartbeat roaring in his ears, and then her hand touched his shoulder and he looked up into her features. His eyes were frightening. Yet they softened when she kissed his cheek and there was nothing but an urbane gentleman that seemed completely in control of himself once she sat down across from him, but an intuitive individual could pick up on the false nature of that control. It was merely the control of his facial expressions, of his body language, something that must have been practiced time and again in the mirror. It was something he prided himself on, not just as a business man, but from years of training when he was in school and forced to endure the irritation of interaction with his peers. He had participated in extracurricular events such as Model United Nations, Student Congress, and Forensics. It had been a matter of studious nature to force himself to hide his feelings, because there was no possible way he could have functioned in the world if he had not been able to do so. So had those eyes truly softened? No, the truth was that he had shielded away those inner thoughts that she'd been privy just for an instance in seeing...the turmoil and roiling sea within his gaze. He felt the kiss linger on his skin and took a moment to appreciate the woman that had shown herself, she was exactly what he wanted and there was little doubt of that, the agency had been extensive in their question of him. Dark haired, pale, exotic, and beautiful...it was enough to take any man's breath away from them. He savored the moment at getting to gaze at her in that way, like she was an object for him to appreciate, some place setting at the table that he could enjoy and for the briefest of seconds he entertained that idea...some idea from his past and it almost made him laugh. He remembered a movie, what in hell had it been called, where the man demanded the woman show him what she had worn beneath her dress...and the lady had taken her panties off and placed them on the table to pass them to him in front of all the other patrons in the restaurant. It was an entertaining thought but perhaps a tad bit clich and so he sat it aside as he replied to her. He gave a small self-deprecating smile at the question, whatever the reason was that it tickled him, it obviously did and he spoke plainly. No, I haven't. I didn't quite know what you would've liked to eat. While I can appreciate the...arrangement and that you are here to acquiesce to any desire that I may have, I also prefer you to enjoy what you are doing. So, pick and choose from the menu, the time for me to make decisions will come soon enough...don't you think? The question as rhetorical to be sure, but he raised an eyebrow at her as his full lips pressed together, growing serious as he considered her. I know what the contract said, I know what the agency says, but how about you...what do you say when it comes to this arrangement?