Thread: Wicked Game [Sebastian&SHARPii]

Her blue eyes blinked. He was not pleased? She almost didnt understand this. Naturally of course, its not like Lila thought of herself as some hot slice that could sway a twisted pervert like him with his demands being fulfilled just like that but shed like to think that the fact she gave into them, even offering extra information was enough to tempt him to not want to cut her finger off. Perhaps it was as he finally let go of her wrist and she was then convinced that the fact she complied so willingly, despite the fact she was embarrassed out of her mind for standing before him in this waytopless and practically exploiting the very details of her panties and what lay beneath her boxersbut pleased him in some way. Otherwise he would not have let her go like this and her fingers would still be up for grabs, or in this case, up for cutting off. The thought of not having all ten fingers horrified her but she didnt let it show. Lila was far too busy with her current situation and his next set of demands. This was to make up for the fact she didnt comply the first time, hence the more forward and scarier threat to make her oblige. Her reaction to his new set of demands? Her jaw had dropped and she gaped at him like he had to be kidding. Though given the fact that he was still holding that knife and made it quite clear that probably didnt joke oftennot about thisshe wasnt going to try and deny him this. If this meant keeping herself alive and just letting him make a stop on his journey to wherever he was intended, then shed give in. Death by some psycho, twisted, perverted hot guy was not the way she wanted to go, even if he may or may not finally end her dry spell. It took her a good minute or two. Lila was just staring at him, slowly picking her jaw up from the floor. Her hands remained at her sides until they were the first to move but they just clasped together and her head tilted downwards. She swallowed hard, her eyes very much widened even as she stared at the groundat his clad feetand her heart was pounding rapidly through her chest that she could even hear and feel the vibrations of her pulse in her head. It was terrifying, embarrassing but somewhere deep down she also knew this was so thrilling. Like any other woman, she had her wants, needs and desires and all three hadnt been met for a long time. Granted she was a major workaholic and her job took up all of her time, hence her almost two year dry spell but even she could use a good romp in the sack. Despite he was clearly demented, he was hot and suddenly her mind was drifting to wonder just what he was packing beneath his clothes. Lifting her chin, her blue eyes met his and she took in a deep breath before slowly exhaling. Ive only had sex in the missionary position and Ive been on top once, riding the guy. Otherwise, he was always on top. It wasnt that she couldnt remember. It was just that it had been such a long time that she couldnt remember the eminent details but shed try for the life of her and perhaps he just wouldnt notice if she lied and given that its been a good four to five years since she had a boyfriend, almost two years since she had sex, she hoped she could make up for her lack of experience in anything other than vanilla flavored by her descriptive words. That perhaps that alone would be enough to appease him? No! You need to strip. Get to it. Hup hup! Right, she was supposed to be stripping as she talked. So thats what she did, her hands unclasping and finding the hem of her tight orange tank top and pulling it up, revealing a soft and flat belly, her boxers hanging rather loosely and alluringly off of her hips like with no effort at all. As she raised her shirt more, the neck pulled from under her exposed breasts and soon she had pulled it off altogether. The moment her tank top made contact with the ground, her thumbs hooked into the waist band of said boxers and she gulped quietly before her lips parted and her saga continued as she very tantalizingly slowly shimmied out of her boxers. I was sixteen when I lost my virginity but it was awkward, though I had nothing to compare it to. He kissed me a lot but didnt do much but just penetrate me. It was when I was eighteen that I had sex again after that with my first boyfriend. I rode him and his hands were very explorative. At this point, she had stepped out of her boxers and kicked them aside, her hands resting on her hips where the rim of her black bikini cut cotton panties rested. He touched me everywhere and I experienced my first orgasm with him. She just hoped she was being as detailed as possible as he could like. Now it was for the finish because that was basically her sexual history. She had one boyfriend in her entire life from senior year of high school to her junior year of college when they ended up breaking up mutually. He was the best she ever experienced in bed and often thought about it but she just never had time to get back into the sack. She wanted to and it was like something was taking over her as she ended her little show at the edge of the table and bent over it. She looked back at him, connecting her eyes with his once more and she bit her lower lip, her hair falling over one shoulder completely. Her back arched inward and her bottom stuck out and her hands gripped the edge of her table with much anticipation and comfort, as if she was asking it for strength. Shed never spoken dirty before. Then again, she never did a lot of stuff before. Her cheeks flushed as she thought of how to beg him to have her. She never begged before, no surprise and if she did this incorrectly or not dirty enough for him, how embarrassing would that be? Then again, how much more embarrassing could it be given how she was right now? Complying to his every demand because she was more terrified than the little bit of horny she already was. I She breathed, letting out a shaky breath. I want you. She bit her lower lip hard and her eyes left his and dropped to the table before reaching back on him, drinking in his entire appearance as if to try and derive some inspiration from his appearance alone. She got nothing. Lila shook a little bit, her fear becoming her. Please, ravage me. Take me, show me what Ive been missing and all over this table, right here, right now. She couldnt believe what she was saying but there was some truth in it. Her tongue came out to lick over her top lip in a subconsciously seductive way as her eyes danced over him. She wanted him, she was hungry for him and that was the scariest thing she felt right then and there, far more scary than the fact he had her at knife point not too long ago. Please? you're fine. I'm obviously not having a hard time responding with how my lengths are xD