From the first moment she saw him she knew she had to meet him. Introducing herself at the party had only intrigued her further. She was drawn to him, enough to ask for his number and to call and ask to see him the next evening. He accepted and found out they had more in common than he first suspected. She was a beautiful girl, four years his junior but as intelligent as any women his age. They made plans for the weekend after and eventually the next. It had gotten to the point where they were interested in no one but each other.
But for Kaley it was much more than that. She was drawn to this man like no one she had ever met. He was smart, funny and very put together. He was attractive, gorgeous even, but it was something more than that. Something about him made her his. Without ever speaking it, she knew she was meant for him without question. After they me she had no desire for anyone else, or even thought of him in any other way but as the one she was meant for. Though she'd never felt this way before, it reassured her and she found herself doing all she could for him.
She obeyed him and catered to everything he liked, though months ago the thought of acting that way towards a man was inconceivable. When he took her finally, after weeks of desperate wanting, it was like she'd never been touched before. Afterwards she lay dazed and weakened. She cried silent tears when she realized she had found what she always wanted. Being with him seemed to be everything she ever wanted, all she strove for and now she wanted nothing more than to be his completely.
As time passed her feelings only grew stronger and she searched for ways to prove her devotion to him. She allowed him complete authority over her body and he breathlessly filled her canal to its deepest and sprayed inside her womb countless times. He coated her face, breasts, and inside her ass with his warmth and she could only cry for more.
She became experienced at fulfilling his fantasies She spent their nights together naked, ready for the moment he choose to bend her over and enter her without warning. She learned to crave this attention and each time he treated her this way should could only sigh happily and softly whimper as his grunts overpowered her out.
There was one more fantasy she'd always imagined but was afraid to act out. She had no doubt that Glenn would have no problem allowing it but she wasn't sure if she wanted to. For many reasons she thought it best to leave it untouched.
That afternoon he sat reading the paper while she curled naked next to him. His hand rested possessively on her bare thigh, inches from the curls of her sex, making it difficult for her to think. She rubbed the back of her hand against his cheek, something she knew he loved.
"You're seeing Mike tonight, right?"
Without looking at her he said he was. She thrived on attention and he often withheld it just to watch her reaction. If she went long enough without it, he was certain she would do anything short of jumping off a bridge for him. It was a game they both enjoyed but neither admitted playing.
"Is he coming over?"
Again he nodded.
She squealed in delight at this and had to restrain herself from jumping up. It was the perfect time to act out something she'd always wanted to try. Too afraid to dare it before, she hadn't been able to get it out of her mind. She'd been dying to try and she only had to let Glenn know and he would say yes, of that she was sure. Excitedly whispering in his ear, she told him of the plan.
Surprisingly, he jumped back and looked at her strangely. "Why would you want that?"
Her excitement diminishing, she did her best to respond. "I just thought it would be fun. I know you'd enjoy it, and it would give you a chance to show me off."
Shaking his head, he seemed upset. "Why do you think I'd want to show you off like that. You're mine. I don't mean to share you with anyone."
This wasn't unwarranted. She agreed with everything he said. She was his, in every way possible.