The following dark story has themes of misogyny, non-consent sex, humiliation, abuse and other dark themes. If such content offends you, please do not read. This is an erotic FICTION story. This is purely for entertainment and never meant to happen in reality. If you have issues with such kinks, please do not read.
"Well, this is rather...
interesting
," the man with the long, silky black hair tied in a ponytail comments in an amused fashion as he walks up to the large house. The rather muscular man looks around at his surroundings lit by the bright sun, looking neither pleased nor worried, but bemused. As he walks, it does appear that a cloud in the sky must follow him as he does appear partly in shadow.
"I see it's true what they say. About the way you look, I mean," the attractive woman tells the man. She leans against her front door frame, not at all surprised by the appearance of the man on her secluded and locked down property. In fact, she was expecting him.
The thirty something year old man, complete with a well-groomed black beard and button down shirt that exposes his chest, smiles at the woman. It's a charming smile that anyone could recognize as being dangerous.
"It has been an age since I have come across one with actual knowledge," the short but muscular man tells the woman. He slowly walks towards her, not being intimidating or aggressive but stopping before he reaches a small stone moat that runs around the large house in a circle.
The woman smirks as the man says nothing about her comment. She smirks because she knows this is a game of cat and mouse, something she was fully expecting and can't wait for the challenge.
"I am actually impressed," the man tells the woman in an honest tone. The expression he wears while saying this shows that it is true. The woman can't help but chuckle as with his face you might expect he just heard a new recipe with keto.
"Most often when attempts to send for me, they believe a night of Googling the terms "magic" and "spells" will give them the knowledge to, let us say, impose their will," the man explains with his smooth tone.
"You look like what I thought you would," the woman states again, wanting to go back to her own thought and conversation. This is her way of controlling the situation.
"You look like one of those hipster man-bun losers. The type that live at coffee shops and talk about how they shouldn't have to do any work and their mothers should wipe their ass," the woman tells the man, curious to see how he reacts to this.
Neither says anything, but the woman crosses her arms in front of her, and in a practiced move, she puts her folded arms under her large bust. There she lifts her breasts ever so gently to make sure they are accented. This is a move she has done when dealing with any man, rather it will help her or not.
"Nice place," the man says as he examines the large house behind the woman. The woman smirks at this as they both know he appears how she thinks he should. That his visage is due to her.
The man looks at the well-constructed and high tech house, his face returning to that unreadable stance where he just looks amused at what he sees. The house is a three story dwelling in the midst of several dozens of acres on her property. It contains some very high tech features and security precautions to make it one of the safest places money could buy.
"I am guessing family money," the man suggests as if trying to explain how the woman was able to own such a house including the huge gate that encompasses it in a giant circle.
"Not enough to solve the electricity issue tho," the man adds on with a rather devilish smile as he can tell the electricity is currently out. This, of course, is due to his arrival.
"That is true, but not for long," the woman replies and smiles a knowing smile. This smile shows her teeth and her sinister motives as it implies the man will have something to do with this.
"You may call me Anita. Anita Moul," the woman introduces herself, still standing with her arms folded and her tits lifted. Now she crooks her hips to make her hourglass figure stand out more. This too is a practiced move to any that fancy sex over intelligence, as on purpose Anita makes her body as sexy as possible to get her way.
Anita is rather impressed that the man never once looks at her in a lustful way. He never even glances at her tits or any other body part. Instead he only looks at her eyes.
"Ahhh," the short muscular man replies, a great understanding coming to him about the situation.
Anita knew this would happen, but is impressed how the man doesn't seem to give anything away. His face stays in that amused state and is basically unreadable. Looking at him you have no clue what he may or may not do.
"Dear old Johnaton," the man says with a fond recollection. In what the woman considers a show just for her, she sees the man's eyes dart about the roof where he tries to see if there is a chimney.
Anita say how Johnathon Moulton was her ancestor, or that he left more than money as an inheritance to his family. That for hundreds of years her family has passed down his knowledge and wit, as well as money. It is what guided her to bringing the man here today.
"Knowing as much as you do Anita, I am sure you are aware that I am rather busy, which I know you also plan to use against me, so may I suggest we move negotiations forward?" the man comments respectfully.
It's Anita's turn not to show any reaction as this is true. Since she summoned him here, they both know she can do it again and again to disturb whatever he is doing. Each time she won't be able to hold him, but it will be a great annoyance to him.
"You wish to negotiate? Given your disadvantage?" Anita asks pretending to sound confused. This is her way of mocking him, but respectfully as the man knows all that she's done to prepare her him. It is most likely why he has stayed as he is and not harmed her.
