Looking up to him, her desires evident in her dark eyes, she asks, “what do you mean…’This is only the beginning’?”
Chuckling to her, his finger still delving deep within her now wet folds, he speaks softly, “just what I said, slut…this is only the beginning…once you stop fighting your own mind and let yourself go with your body, you will know exactly what I am talking about.”
Trying to cool her fires, her mind whirling, she again tries to close her thighs, his hand laying softly against her knee, but her own body refusing to stop the tantalizing torment he is giving to her. Smiling to her as he sees her inner struggle, he stops circling her clit.
Standing up from the bed, he looks down at her body, the dim light casting a soft glow over her nakedness. Her eyes lifting to his, smokey with her need, opening her mouth as she starts to ask him to continue, her mind screaming at her to stop. She clamps her lips shut, her hips still softly undulating with her desire to be released.
She watches him as he moves around in her room, opening drawers and the closet, looking through her clothing. Irritated by seeing him disturb her neatly organized drawers. Becoming more irritated as he continues to snoop through her things, like he owns her possessions.
Finally she speaks, her voice angry, “what are you doing, what are you looking for?”
Turning to her, he smiles again, “just taking inventory of the clothes you have here, what I will be taking and what will be left behind”.
Gawking at him, her face exposing her shock, “just what in the hell are you talking about….what YOU will be taking and leaving behind?”
Striding to her quickly, he grabs her chin, forcing her head to look at him, his voice low and authoritative “don’t ever take that tone with me again, slut. I will do what I want, when I want and you will not question me.”
Increasing his pressure on her chin for emphasis, he asks, “do you understand slut?”
Looking up to him, her eyes showing her fear, she tries to respond, her words barely audible, “yes Sir.”
Looking inter her eyes, he speaks to her “hmmm, you are catching on quickly lil one…a ‘yes Sir’ so quickly. I’m impressed.”
Gasping, her mind rethinking the words she had just uttered, a deep flush covering her face as she realizes what he is talking about. Lowering her eyes, she bites her lip, thinking, her mind a trying to make sense of all that is happening.
Leaving her there on the bed, he finds a suitcase on the top shelf of the closet. Placing it on the foot of the bed, he unzips it, going first to the closet, taking only dresses, skirts and blouses. Folding them neatly, he places them in the large suitcase, moving to the dresser to take only the filmiest of bras, leaving the rest.
He feels her eyes watching him; he glances over his shoulder, throwing a dazzling smile to her. He continues going through the drawers, finding lacy garter belts, thigh high sheer stockings and to his surprise, a black corset, the price tag still hanging.
Looking to her, his eyebrows raised as he holds the corset up to her, “hmmm, you have very good taste lil one.” Smiling as he sees her look of confusion.
Folding each item, he places it in the suitcase, looking up as he hears her soft voice. Her voice timid, halting as she asks, “what about the rest of my clothes, my jeans, leggings, shoes, and…uhmmm, my panties?”
