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Sweet Revenge (Ethereal & manofyourdream)

He couldn’t help but gaze into her green orbs looking at him before she turned towards the view. It was as if she was amazed by it. He had a similar reaction the first time he had seen such a view from this great of a height. It was really something amazing to capture and when it was added with a presence of such beauty, it made it worthwhile for him and the reason some justification why he had bought this place, one of many.

“And you were asking what more was there to surprise you with?” he asked her with a chuckle when she finally turned back around, her back facing the window now. Once again, he found himself admiring her beauty and that elegant smile that she donned on her face. It was clear that she was checking him out with much more ease before she pulled her gaze away and walked away from him.

He swiftly turned on his heels and watched her sway her hips back to the couch before she sat down. He was in no hurry and so, he made his way towards her, ignoring what she had just asked him. He liked how she wasn’t scared or nervous as she sat there.

He stood before her for a second before he bent down just a bit. He moved his hands so they were inside of her jacket flaps and on the side of her frame. Spreading his palm wider, his fingers looped around to her middle back while his thumb would come right below her breasts. He wasn’t trying to grope her there. Instead, he was trying to have some grip on her so he can lift up her easily.

He lift her up effortlessly as her heels dug into the couches as she now stood a few inches taller than him. His grip on her eased a little as his hand fell to her bare waist. He looked up at her not with a serious gaze nor a funny one, but just with an admiring one before he finally spoke, “Kiss me Kendra.” That’s all he said and watched her intently.
 
Kendra bit her lip slightly as she watched him move closer to her, her breath catching in her throat as his hands slid inside of her jacket. Her eyes stared up at his as the warmth of his hands moved to her sides, the girl gasping softly as he pulled her up with ease so that she was standing before him.

Though she hadn't know it until he spoke them, his words were exactly what she had wanted to hear. She wanted to kiss him, to feel her body close to his just as it had been in the club. It was overwhelming, the need for such a simple action. It certainly wouldn't be the first time she kissed someone, but it was the first time she had ever wanted to kiss someone so badly. Something about him pulled at the strings of her heart, and in a way, that frightened her. She had always felt in control of her emotions, at least until she had met him.

Slowly, she leaned in closer, her forehead pressing against his as she simply stood there, feeling his breath against her skin. Her eyes stared into his, her delicate hand gripping the collar of his suit as she leaned in further. Closing her eyes as she closed in the remaining distance between them, her soft lips finally met his.

At first, her actions were slow, almost hesitant. It was almost as though she had never done this before, like it was all completely new territory. And in a way, it was. The simple action seemed to hold so much depth, feeling as though it was so much more than just as kiss as her lips moved against his. Using her grip on him to pull herself closer, her actions grew bolder, though still exploratory. Tilting her head at an angle, her tongue slid past his lips, moving gently against his own.
 
He was curious to find out what the girl would do with how he commanded her to kiss him. It could definitely backfire but he had this weird confident inside him that made him bolder by the minute. He held her in his embrace, hand’s distance as he tugged her tiny frame on the couch, not caring if her heels would poke a hole in them expensive couches. Only she was on his mind for now and there was nothing in the world could distract him.

He could hear the girl gasp before him since there was utter silence in the penthouse. He could have pulled her into a kiss but there was something different in about making this girl initiate such a contact. And that’s why he hadn’t given her all the space she needed and never made a move, until now. Even now, he tipped his head back as she leaned in and their foreheads just rest against one another, breathing the same air as his hand gently held her by her waist.

Her breasts came to his chin level but with her arching forward, he felt closer to her face then her torso. He nudged his head up and down just a bit so their lips would brush when in close proximity, waiting for her to kiss him. And it was then, she closed the remaining distance between the two by planting her soft and pert lips.

His own lips parted just a little and puckered to pull her lower lip in between his, a kiss that was so sensuous and not rushed. He could feel his lungs and airway fill with her scent and her warm breath in that moment. It was then, he felt her grip on his collar to pull herself closer and he literally pulled her into him, her bare midriff resting on his torso. When he felt her velvety tongue enter past his lips, he opened his mouth wider, welcoming her and greeting it with his own. At first, he puckered his lips shut to suckle on her tongue while his tongue moved past his lips to brush her lips gently. Pausing, he shifted his head and started to suckle on her upper lip, continuing this sensuous kiss before he broke it. He looked right in her eyes and asked, “You still trust me?”
 
Her grip on him only seemed to tighten as their kiss deepened, as though he would disappear if she didn't hold him close to her. She felt overwhelmed by the affect he seemed to have on her, not seeming to understand why such a simple action seemed to produce such strong feelings in return. And while she didn't understand it, it was clear that she wasn't bothered by it.

Sighing softly against him, she allowed his tongue to move against hers, her senses heightened as her body pressed firmly into his own. It was all so sensual, a need for him that she didn't quite understand building within her as his tongue grazed across her upper lip. There was a look of need in her eyes as he pulled back from her, her gaze telling him that she didn't want him to stop. It was almost as though in those few short moments, she had become addicted to the way his lips felt against her own.

Her breathing was slow and soft as her eyes stared into his, the girl listening intently as he asked her a question that really wasn't as simple as it sounded. Did she trust him? For some reason, she did. She truthfully had no reason to, and there was a voice in her head telling her that she shouldn't, not yet. Of course, he hadn't done anything for her not to trust him, but at the same time, he was still a complete stranger to her. Despite the way she stood so close to him, her lips begging to find his again, she knew nothing about him.

"Yes." she whispered after a brief moment of silence, ignoring the voice in her mind that told her she should take a step back, that she shouldn't be giving in to him so quickly. "I trust you."
 
He literally loved how athletic her body was and the way he felt just the perfect amount of fat on her waist, just enough to grip her with and admire her fitness she had going about her. He couldn’t help but tighten his grin as their kiss deepened. That’s when he shifted his head and even changed an angle into the kiss.

It was obvious she was loving it as she seemed so much into the kiss. Needless to say, he felt the same as he hadn’t planned for this to happen tonight, not the way it was going. He wasn’t prepared for it but for now, he just wanted to take it easy and however it came. He didn’t want to push her too far but he still wanted to give her something to make him have a hold on her, emotionally as well with evidence.

He wasn’t even worried about anything except her in that moment as her gaze literally told him she didn’t want to stop their kissing when he pulled back. He could see in her gaze as well as the way her lips pouted forward, yearning to be taken again. That’s when he asked her a big question.

He was in no hurry and so, he continued to look right into her gaze, locking hers with his. His heart almost skipped a beat hearing the only word he wanted to hear. And that was an answer which could have changed the next set of course of actions for him. If she didn’t, he would have no other option but to…..

He was kind of glad that she whispered YES and then told him that she trusted him. He wouldn’t do anything to break her trust, not tonight. They may come a time where it may seem doubtful but she’d learn soon that he appreciated her trusting him. He shoved his hand in his coat pocket and brought out a tie which he had slipped in his coat pocket after a meeting with one of the investors, the reason why he was dressed in a suit.

It was a red in color, contrast with the color of suit he was wearing. He brought it up, “Close your eyes Kendra.” He said and continued to place it against her eyes and then loosely tied into a knot behind her head to use it as a blindfold. He shifted his torso to slip his left hand under her right arm and then looping it under her leg. He slipped his right hand below her thighs to let her simply lean back into his arms. He would steer very carefully going forward as she might get a little shared but that wasn’t his intention and that’s why he asked her if she trusted him. Odd but he wanted her to.
 
Kendra wasn't really sure what to expect, her heart racing with anticipation as she stared up at him, wondering what would come next. She couldn't seem to recall a time where she had ever felt the way she did in that moment. Words couldn't seem to accurately describe her emotions, though she did at least know that she was eager to see what he had in store for her next.

Her eyes followed his hands as she watched him reach into his pocket, a hint of curiosity sparked within her as she watched him pull out the red tie. It would be clear that she didn't understand what it was for, until she heard him telling her to close her eyes. She showed only the slightest hint of hesitation before silently obeying, her eyes closing as she stood before him.

Her heart seemed to beat faster within her chest as she felt him secure the tie over her eyes, using it as a blindfold. Yet, she still wasn't scared. She was nervous, but not in a bad way. She was more so anxious to discover what was to come next, eager to learn exactly what it was that he had planned for her. Up until then, she had loved everything he had shown her, all the actions he had taken. The car ride, the spectacular view within his home, the sensual kiss the two had shared. All of it had been perfect, so she had no reason to believe that anything less than perfect would follow after.

Her body moved willingly as his hands moved around her, allowing him to let her lean into his arms. Despite not being able to see her eyes, he would be able to see the anticipation on her face, knowing that she was eager to learn just what it was he planned to do.
 
If she was complying, he was at least doing something right he thought to himself as he watched her stare up at him curiously. She must be wondering what was next as he had done an excellent job at keeping things interested for the both of them. Usually, he'd go in with a solid plan and he had every intention of going by what he had planned for her for the tonight. Though, the more he got to know her, the less he card about the plan.

And there came a point where he was just doing what came to his mind. He was going by what he felt like doing to her and there must have been something inside her that was also guiding him, daring him to do things when it may even backfire on him. Though, he also had this unusual confidence inside him that urged him to do what his heart told him.

That's why, he went ahead and blindfolded her as he watched her slight hesitation right before she complied by closing her eyes and allowing him to continue. Once his red tie was in place, he watched her for a second or two more, discovering how she wasn't scared. He did notice she was a little nervous as well as anxious. He could tell from her raspy breathing pattern and his eyes strolled down to her chest to notice how it heaved up and down rather drastically in that moment. She was doing really good and he wanted to tell her that. One thing for sure, she didn't need him to spell everything out for her and he admired that about her.

There were two main reasons why he wanted her blindfolded, amongst others. He didn't want her to see his bedroom just yet and another being, he wanted her senses heightened from not knowing what was coming her way. He could have been rougher with her if he wanted but he wanted to keep everything to a decent level. He walked down the hall and pushed the door open to his bedroom. Once he was standing by the bedside, he leaned forward and carefully placed her onto the very large bed. She'd find it very comfortable and soon, he leaned over just a bit. He moved few strands of hair off her face with his finger and copped cheek before he leaned down to plant a kiss on her forehead. "Don't go anywhere." He said and smiled before he walked away. She'd hear him walk away and also hear something being unlocked and opened. While she'd wonder what, soon she'd realize he was unlocking about 5 large windows that were there in his bedroom.
 
She only seemed to become more curious as he lifted her and carried her off to somewhere else within his home. Before they even entered, she was assuming it would be his bedroom. As he laid her down onto the bed, it seemed to confirm what she had thought, though there was truthfully no way of knowing as she couldn't see her surroundings.

Her body seemed to sink down onto the plushness of the bed, the comfortable material cradling her as she anxiously waited to discover what would come next. She could feel the way he leaned over her by the shift of the weight on the bed, his fingers brushing against her skin as he pushed her hair aside. She felt the warmth of his breath against her skin before his lips pressed gently to her forehead, and she found herself wishing he would move lower, wanting to feel his lips against hers again. She had only kissed him once, but she already deemed it the best kiss she'd ever had, and she wanted more.

A soft sigh left her lips as she felt him lean back and move off the bed, though she could have no sense of where he moved to. There was the slightest look of disappointment on her face, already seeming to be missing out on his touch. She didn't understand it, but she wanted to feel him against her, to have his body close to her own. The thought brought a light blush to her cheeks, which he may or may not have noticed.

In an attempt not to excite herself too much, Kendra listened as she laid still on the bed, hoping to determine where he was and what he was doing. She could hear his footsteps move away from the bed, a contemplative look on her half covered face as she heard him begin to unlock the windows. At first, she couldn't seem to comprehend what he was doing, but as the cool air of the night reached her skin, she understood what he had done. Tiny goosebumps appeared on her exposed skin, from a combination of the cool air and her rising anticipation. Her body shifted slightly, the girl growing antsy as she waited for his return.
 
He quickly noticed how lightweight the teenager was as he carried her down the hall and inside his bedroom. The temperature was much cooler here. He knew that she knew it was his bedroom, it had to be. And yet, she wasn't freaking out and that pushed him to continue further with what came to his mind.

He noticed how the mattress beneath her comforted around her frame as she laid there calm and yet, curiously looking forward to what was next. The bed shift would let her know of his presence before he planted a kiss on her forehead and then pulled back half-way, noticing how eager her lips were to meet with his again. That alone had made him smirk as he moved away from her.

He went about opening the windows to let in some cool air. He occasionally glanced back at the girl, keeping an eye on her as she laid there. The image of her laying there in his bedroom made him greedy for many more nights such as these. And that's why, how he steered next few minutes were important and only proceed with her approval. Even if she'd say no, he would continue as long as it's a no emerged from her being hesitant. Because, deep down she might be loving it but saying no as this would be a new territory for her fully, and partially for him.

He had noticed her sigh when he had moved away. His charms were working, that's for sure. Once the windows were spread open, he moved over to the bar counter he had readily available in his bedroom, grabbing what he needed and then to a dresser. With what he needed in his hands, he returned back to the bed and placed it on the nightstand that was next to the plush bed. Finally, he moved onto the bed next to her and while his knees dug deep into the mattress, he watched her. He watched her take shallow breaths, noticing how there were goosebumps all over and how her bare midriff rose and fell with each breath. He debated if he should take her jacket off and decided not to. Instead, he took his coat off and placed it carefully on the side. She'd hear shuffling of his coat and then one hand would land on the right side of her head as he reached for a pillow.

Without saying a word, he lift her head up and tucked the pillow under her head to make her comfortable. The utter silence should excite her even more. It was then, he finally moved to straddle her tiny frame. He didn't sit down on her but just stay a atop to keep her pinned onto the bed. He reached for her hands and lined up against her waist, straight down and adjusted his legs so her hands were locked in. His own hands began to undo the top two buttons on his shirt and that's when he reached down, bringing his neck and then his torso down to where her lips were, "Kiss..." he said and move slightly to let her kiss one spot after another.
 
Kendra waited, hearing him move around the room, though she hadn't the slightest idea as to what he was doing at the point. By then, her mind was so busy thinking of what he would do, that she hadn't paid attention to the fact that his footsteps had moved back closer to the bed. She gasped softly as she felt him move onto the bed, and a tiny smile formed on her lips as he simply sat next to her. She couldn't see him, but she knew that he was watching her, and that simple thought was exciting enough.

Her legs shifted slightly as she heard the sound of him removing his coat, finding herself wondering if he was removing anything else. The thought brought another blush to her cheeks, not knowing why she seemed so eager for such things. It was unlike her, yet she wanted to embrace it.

Silently, she allowed him to place the pillow under her head, her heart seeming to pick up speed once again as she felt him move over top of her. Her body squirmed beneath him, eager for his touch. It was only when he guided her hands to her side, holding them to her with his legs that she stilled, though her breathing and her heart only seemed to quicken. Before, she hadn't thought that the anticipation could build any higher, but in that moment, it was doing just that.

Biting her lip slightly, she waited, unaware of the fact that as he loomed over top of her, he was unbuttoning his shirt. She could feel him begin to lower his body towards hers, his one simple word stirring an array of sensations within her. She knew from the direction of his voice that it was not his lips that rested above hers, but that didn't cause her to hesitate as she lifted up slightly, pressing her soft lips to his neck. Without him having to instruct her to, she repeated the action as he moved another spot to her lips, kissing his body repeatedly.

She allowed her actions to become sensual, the strange desire to please him building within her. Her warm breath would linger against him for a moment as her lips moved to a new spot, her movements slow as she allowed her lips to come in contact with him. Occasionally, she allowed her tongue to graze over his skin, tasting his body. The desire to touch him, to pull her close to him was overwhelming. For a moment, she had forgotten the way he had her pinned, attempting to pull her hands away to grasp him. Feeling the way he had her held tightly in the position she was in, she immediately stilled once more, resuming her actions as her lips and tongue explored their way down his body.
 
He was sure that she might be trying to use her hearing sense to map out where he was at the moment. Though, he didn’t stay in one place for too long, every time glanced back at her, he found the direction of her head sort of towards him and as if she was trying to hear what he was doing. She could guess all she wants but he knew that she wouldn’t know it until he decides it’s time. He wanted to lean down and kiss her lips the moment he saw her tiny smile on her lips the moment he got back onto the bed.

That gesture alone told him how happy she was that he was here now. He almost caught her squirm her legs, shifting though, when he was removing his coat. He hadn’t counted on the night to be turning out to be this amazing and he knew he didn’t have enough time but he didn’t want more time. He had just what he needed to make this work and amidst it all, he was losing himself as well. Because, he was being extra creative even though he didn’t need to be.

He locked her hands in and every decision he took, he thought it over and over again, thinking how he’d be able to maneuver it a second or minutes later. He wouldn’t want to pin something unnecessarily and then release the next moment. Though, pinning her hands likes that seemed necessary. It was so she couldn’t touch him while planting kisses on his neck. He liked how her neck tilted even further as she planted kisses on him, living every one of it as he slowly moved so she can place her lips on a different spot.

It might have been about 5 kisses when he pulled back and that’s when he leaned back away from her. He moved his knee in a way to free her hands. He wanted to see just what she’d do given the liberty to stop him. He didn’t need to ask her again if she trusted him, not anymore. That was the whole reason why they were here in the first place. He leaned just a little and grabbed a pair of scissors he had picked up from the dresser earlier.

He looped his thumb and fingers in the scissors and that’s when she might make out what he was holding in his hand. He even made a small sounds with the scissor, cutting through some air, hearing the metal of the scissor clink. He carefully slipped his index and middle fingers underneath her top to grasp it at the bottom and stretched it just a little so the scissors can do its job well. “Don’t move…” he finally said and started cutting through her top, making sure to go easy so she doesn’t get hurt. He watched her face to look for her expressions and in that moment, he wanted to look into her eyes but it was much better this way.
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Kendra bit her lip slightly as she he pulled back from her, feeling him shift positions over top of her. Despite now having the freedom of moving her hands, she kept them at her sides, simply waiting for whatever he planned to do next. It was as though she had accepted that he was the one taking control in that particular situation, and she clearly didn't seem to mind that in the slightest.

She could feel him leaning forward, listening intently to try and determine what was going to happen next before it actually occurred. It only took a moment for her to guess that he had scissors in her hands, that she couldn't seem to piece together what he would need them for. There was a contemplative look on her face, her mind clearly running wild as she felt him move back into place. His words hit her ears next, telling her not to move. Drawing in a deep breath, she obeyed, her body on edge as she waited.

Her breath seemed to catch in her throat as she felt the edge of the scissors brush against her skin, feeling her shirt loosen around her torso as he began to cut through it. She looked nervous as the scissors continued to cut through the fabric, the bottom of her breasts revealed to him, as she wasn't wearing a bra. She wasn't nervous in the sense that she feared he would hurt her though, but more so that she was worried of what he would think of her. While she didn't quite understand why, she wanted him to be pleased with what he saw, wanting him to enjoy her body.

A soft gasp would be heard from her as he finally cut through the entire length of her shirt, the fabric falling to the sides as her breasts were revealed to him. Already, her nipples were hard, perhaps from a combination of the cool air, the anticipation, and the lustful feelings that were beginning to grow within her.
 
He was glad to see that the girl hadn't outright started smacking him or moved her hands to undo the blindfold as anyone would do given the situation she was in. Whether it would be due to her being frightened or curious. He had to agree, she was doing far better than he had imagined. Deep down, he was a little hesitant but seeing her like that, he wanted to toss it all away.

He wondered if she would ever take control of situation, not that she needed to but if she did, it was certainly be a surprise. He also wondered if she had a brat inside her and if that were to be the case, he would love to see it come out from time to time...of course, if she returns back to him after tonight. And what was a big if. WILLINGLY.

He smirked a little when he saw a contemplative look on her face and yet, she didn't move her hands to stop him or speak to question him. He had to be careful and so he warned her. The cold metal of the scissors would upwards along her midline and then he'd release the bottom of her top and hold the top of it so he wouldn't poke her chin with it.

He literally admired her, capturing this moment with his gaze as he continued to move the scissors side way, to the right and then left, cutting her sleeves so he could easily remove the cloth from beneath her, leaving her with only her leather jacket. And so, everything had a meaning. He loved how all the pieces came together.

He was thoroughly enjoying her body and liked her patience. He took a moment to pull back and admire her hardened nipples on those small breasts of her. They were perfectly identical and just handful, adding to the reason for him to obsess over her. The cool breeze would make them harden even more as he knew this was due to not just them playing but also the room being cold. It was in that moment, he reached forward and ridding the scissors away, he ran his fingers through her hair and maintained his grip on her temples before leaning down to whisper, "Thank you." He said and kissed her temple before pulling back.

He was expressing gratitude for her being patient. It was in that moment, he reached for both of her hands and brought them up over her head to hold them in one of his hands. He moved off of her and to the side, keeping a hold on her and it wasn't to keep her pinned. If he had let go of her, she wasn't going to run away, he knew as much. But it was simply amazing to watch her and experience this new thing, something that no boy could even dream of doing to her. He moved his right hand that was free to her belly where he made a little walking patter with his fingers, making its way towards the button of her black jeans and with a single snap, he pulled it open. Another pull on one of the flaps had the zipper go down, exposing her panties. He finally looked down to see what color were they, unless she wasn't wearing any.
 
She waited, drawing in slow, deep breaths as she anticipated his reaction, his touch, anything. It was maddening, not knowing what he thought, not knowing if he was pleased with her. She could feel the weight shifting on the bed as he leaned in closer to her, a sigh of satisfaction leaving her lips as she felt his fingers move through her hair. She felt pleased with herself as he thanked her, a hint of relief showing on her face as he kissed her temple gently. She wanted him to kiss her lips again, but all too soon, he pulled away.

His distance only seemed to last a fraction of a second before she felt him gripping her hands, her lips parted slightly as he held them above her head. She could feel him moving beside her, drawing in a sharp breath as his fingers moved to her bare stomach. Her breathing began to grow slightly unsteady, though her body remained still beneath his touch. It wasn't until she felt her button come undone that her back arched slightly, drawing in a gasp as his fingers continued their journey.

"Oh.." she breathed out softly as he tugged at her zipper, her lacy black panties now visible to him. Her mind was torn in that moment, a part of her wanting to stop him, while another side of her desperately wished for him to continue. She was scared to go further, yet she wanted him to touch her, to feel the wetness that had accumulated between her legs as he teased her in his bed.

"I..I have to go home soon.." she whispered, though her tone of voice conflicted with the words she spoke. While her words told him she would have to leave, the apparent need in her tone of voice revealed to him that she wanted to stay. There seemed to be an internal battle taking place within her mind, and if he were to look at her face, he would see the struggle she seemed to face. The voice in her head told her not to go further, not to completely give herself away to this man when she still didn't even know his name, yet her body wanted to offer itself completely, wanting to experience more of what he had to offer her.
 
He could feel her sigh as he leaned in to run his fingers through her hair and then lean down to whisper words of gratitude. That was her reward for now. He knew she yearned for his kiss and the thought did cross his mind as he wanted to feel those pert lips against his just as badly. Yet, he controlled himself. This was fun and seeing she was enjoying this just as much, giving her body to him, it gave him all the reason why he should savor these moments and not rush.

He knew that she must be wondering if he was going to take her. The very same question did cross his mind.

It was obvious that she loved every time he was close to her and saw how her face glowed in those few seconds but that very same glow would disappear the moment he'd move away. He loved the way her taut tummy felt and made him realize just how petite she was. If he was taking her in doggy style, he would want to just hold her tiny waist in his hands and just bounce her frame on his cock. He almost visualized it himself and pushed those images away quickly.

He chuckled softly when he saw her gasp, his eyes glued to her face when he flicked open her jeans. Looking down, he noticed her black lacy panties and he so wanted to tear them off as well. It was enough of tearing for one night and last thing he wanted was to scare the little girl. Instead, he moved his hands side by side, tugging at her jeans until he managed to make it slip down to her mid thighs. He knew it would be hard so he yanked it harder, holding her hands still about her head.

Though, he stopped when she spoke and even though he wanted hold back, he leaned down again, closer to her face but his lips slightly grazing her, "Do you really want to go home Kendra?" He asked as he knew he had a time limit and they still had little below 30 minutes. That was plenty time for him. "You're going to kiss me in the next 5 seconds if you want to leave. You will kiss me and leave this place." He paused to draw in some air before he continued, "If you want to stay, you're going to use your hands and push down your panties with your pants do to your knees and no further." At least that should give her a leverage that he wasn't asking her to remove her pants and without it being off, he couldn't really do much. Her legs would only spread so much. He let go of her hand as he hovered right about her face as he started counting down from 5. He smirked watching her lips tremble now that he was so up close to her face.
 
His question taunted her, the girl knowing that truthfully, she didn't want to leave. She wanted to stay and see what would come next, she wanted him to touch her, to feel his body against hers again. It was a difficult decision to make, her mind going back and forth as she tried to determine what was right. Truthfully, she knew that leaving would be the right thing to do, yet that was not what she wanted.

His next uttered words only seemed to make the decision harder, knowing that she now had limited time to choose. Kiss him and leave, or undress herself and find out what he would do next? It was nearly impossible to decide, a frustrated whimper leaving her lips as she listened to him count down in her ear.

Suddenly, and without any further hesitation, she quickly moved from her hands from above her head and brought them down to her pants. Her thumbs hooked around the elastic of her jeans and her panties, pausing only for one simple second before she slowly began to push them down. Sitting up slightly, she did as he had instructed to do if she chose to stay, pushing the garments down to her knees before laying back onto the bed.

No longer protected by her clothing, she revealed to him what had been hidden underneath. She was smooth, bare, and if he were to look at just the right angle, he would see the glistening wetness that had formed between her legs. Her cheeks were flushed as she waited for him to react to her, again, finding herself hoping that he was pleased with what he saw as he gazed upon her nearly naked body. In a way, she found herself surprised by her actions, certainly not for the first time that night. Already, he had convinced her to leave her comfort zone, the younger girl following his orders in hopes to feel the touch of a man she barely even knew.
 
He knew he wasn’t being fair but her father hadn’t been fair to him. Instead, he was hell bent on putting him through what he had for the past two years. What had begun as some sort of a revenge, he was clearly enjoying it and if questioned, he would have no idea what this was. He might claim it is still part of a revenge just to keep his egoistic self happy, but deep down, it was more than just some absurd plan for revenge.

He didn’t give her enough time but then again, he knew that she didn’t need time. What she needed was to listen to herself say yes, knowing that she made the decision to trust him, to come here with him, to let him tear her top off and now, he really didn’t have to do anything. It would be she who will and he patiently waited for it to happen.

While she debated to whether kiss him and leave or push down her pants and stay. The choice was pretty simply to him but it was hers to make and she did. He watched her hesitantly move her hands down to tug down her pants along with her panties. He wasn’t in rush to peek down there and so he simply watched her face. Watching and hearing every bit of those sighs and whimpers, he absolutely loved it.

Watching the girl get frustrated by her own desires, he felt very proud at himself for bringing her to such a state. He didn’t need for her to spread her legs so wide and with her pants at her knees, it was just enough. He wanted to lean down and kiss those breasts and even get between her legs to eat her out the moment he saw her smooth and bare mound leading down to her sex. He loved a woman who took care of herself and this GIRL, she certainly did.

It was then, he turned back to his night stand and quietly picked up two ice cubes without making a sound. He brought the ice cube to his lips and gripped it between his teeth. With his face hovering above her face, the heat from his mouth started melting the cube faster, watching drops of water trickle down from his lips to hers. That’s when he turned his gaze slightly and placed the other cube right on her belly button, leaving it there, he leaned down so that the cube from her mouth was now between his and her lips. She was allowed to kiss him now but had an ice cube in between. It was a size of a walnut, not so small nor so big. Certainly big for her pert mouth perhaps.
 
Kendra waited, unsure of what to expect, or what she even really wanted. All she knew was that she wanted to be there, to touch him. She could feel him leaning down close to her, feeling the droplets of the melting ice cube falling onto her lips. At first, she wasn't completely sure of what it was.

She drew in a soft gasp as he placed the second cube onto her stomach, the action confirming what it was that he held between his lips as he hovered over her. It was cold, though she didn't mind, the sensation of the ice melting against her skin somehow seeming to add to the desire that had already built up within her.

After a moment, she lifted her head slightly, her tongue gently running along his bottom lip and then over the ice cube before she placed her lips to his. The ice was transferred from his mouth to hers as she allowed her lips to linger for a moment, using her tongue to push it back to his mouth as she laid her head back onto the pillow. The ice continued to drip down onto her lips, her tongue lapping up some of the droplets, while she allowed a few others to drip down onto her chin and down her neck.

The ice he had carefully placed on her stomach had begun to melt as well, a little pool forming beneath it, while several drops began to flow over her skin. As she breathed, her body rising and falling, the cool water was sent in different directions, tiny gasps leaving her lips as her previously warm skin experienced the chill.
 
He loved this game they were playing with each other. Though, it was more like him playing with her. Why did she have to be so goddamn beautiful he thought to himself. While she waited with anticipation, not knowing what was coming her way, she stayed firm on her spot as he leaned down. She would know it’s an ice cube that was melting and if she were to taste the droplets, she’d realize it was nothing but simple water.

He heard her draw in soft gasps as he placed the cube on her stomach, watching it sink in with a gasp and then it glisten the surface around her belly once the cube started melting. That’s when he leaned down to actually kiss her with an ice cube between them, feeling her tongue come forward to brush along his lower lip.

He smiled into the kiss as he passed the cube into her mouth but it was too big for her to swallow it just yet. He continued to kiss her as the water slowly drip down her chin and down her neck. Her lips were cold against his warm ones as he plunged forward and suckled on her lower lip before he pulled back. He didn’t allow for the kiss to continue on. He wasn’t even planning on kissing her the second time when he did earlier, allowing her to go home with only one kiss and wanting for more but she’d earned it.

He turned his head slightly to look at her tummy and noticed how the cube had melted half way through but the pool of water that was in her belly had started to drip down on her sides and towards her mound. He couldn’t help but smile again and then moved his right index and middle finger to her lips, brushing her lower lip before he pushed them inside, urging her to open her mouth and then suck on them.

Her finger tips would scoop the ice out of her mouth, pulling his wet fingers away and towards her mound. The ice that he scooped out, her moved to rub it over her right nipple, noticing how they have hardened. His right hand moved down her mound and just cupped her sex. He didn’t move hastily like some college boy, instead, her just cupped her, feeling the warmth that emanated from her sex. While her hardened nipples could have been due to the cool breeze as well as her being excited, her sex being wet was a sole and sure sign of her being excited. He continued to move his hand down under her ass as his wrist was lined up against her sex and he watched her to see if she was itching to feel something so hard against her sex. Maybe she might squirm. In that moment, he moved the ice cube form her right nipple to her left and just played with it for a second.
 
She didn't quite seem to understand why, but the need to feel him only seemed to increased as he pushed his fingers into her mouth, her lips parting to allow him entry. Her tongue would run over them as she sucked on them gently, letting out a soft sigh as he withdrew them and pulled them away from her. She could feel them as they moved down her body, her breath catching as his hand moved between her legs.

Another soft whimper escaped her lips as she felt him bring the remaining ice to her already hardened nipple. The action sent a chill down her body, though it was clear that she seemed to be loving every second of what he was doing to her. She couldn't recall ever feeling this way, ever having such a strong desire for someone. It was as though he knew exactly what to do to bring her to the edge, making her want more and more.

Biting down gently on her lip, she focused on the way his hand slowly moved to her ass, his wrist still pressing between her legs. Surely, he would have felt the wetness that had built up there. Her mind was on edge, anticipating his touch. The blindfold continued to heighten her senses as she was rendered unable to see the moves that he made.

"Oh.." she breathed out as he brought the ice from one nipple to the other, the action causing her body to squirm beneath him. In return, her hips moved ever so slightly, causing her sex to brush against his wrist. It was a simple action, yet the smallest amount of stimulation sent a pleasurable sensation through her, a soft sound resembling that of a moan leaving her lips.
 
He watched her pert lips wrapped around his fingers and wondered how they'd feel wrapped around on his cock. The thought almost gave him a visual before her soft sigh fell upon his ears when he pulled his fingers out of her mouth. It was almost as if she didn't want him pulling his fingers out. He was able to get her all worked up just fine and then a thought crossed his mind. He wondered what if he would just let her go right now? Would she be pissed? Would she ask him to continue? Would she even return back to him in near future even if she'd leave now? The answers were in his favor and he knew it. Though, he wasn't cruel and so he continued to tease her by moving his hand between her legs.

He loved how she felt against his palm, so bare and clean. He watched her lips part to let out a whimper and he caught it, noticing how her lips moved and her teeth probably gritted inside her mouth. One thing for sure, she was loving every second of it, as was he.

Watching her teeth bite down her lip as he moved his gaze from her sex to her face and back down, not wanting to miss out on her expressions because they were more stronger than any words can describe. If she's to sit down and write down how she felt tonight, the words she'd write down would not be able to do justice to what she actually felt, living through the experience he was giving her. And it is tonight that would take a special shelf in the back of her mind in those memory closets. He almost wanted to pull his hands back and stand to watch her body wither and squirm away, forcing her to imagine him touching her to bring herself to an orgasm.

And that was the very first audible moan that had slipped her mouth, glad that he was able to give her that much. That's when he moved the ice cube from her nipple and placed an almost disappearing ice cube in the dip where her two collarbones and sternum meets. He watched her body squirm against his wrist and that's when he moved his right hand to tug and pull her right nipple. He moved his right hand back from under her buttocks and moved to run it along her slit. Just grazing her sex after parting bit of her petals, but not entering it. He tapped her entrance with his middle finger but didn't enter just yet, wanting to see if she would push down to take his finger inside or wait until he decides to continue. Whichever the case, his middle finger would finally enter her sex, realizing how tight her hole is in that moment. One thing was certain, she would have hard time struggling to take in what he's packing inside. The very good reason he wasn't going to scare her away with it tonight.
 
Her cheeks flushed as the soft moan escaped her, as though she hadn't expected to make the sound. Desperately, she wished to see his face, to take in his reaction, to see if he looked pleased as he gazed down at her body. Of course, if she wanted to badly enough, she could have easily removed the tie he had placed over her eyes, yet for some reason, she didn't dare remove it until he was ready for her to.

He sent another sensational shiver through her as he moved the remaining ice to a new location, the girl drawing in a soft gasp as his fingers grasped her nipple. At the same time, she felt his hand move up along her wet slit, her face revealing to him just how pleasantly overwhelmed she appeared to be as he created so many strong sensations within her all at once. Thus far, all of his touches had been simple, yet they were more overwhelming than any other sexual experience she'd had. She found herself wondering for a moment, if he would know that. If he somehow knew that she had never experienced anything quite like this.

A soft, impatient groan would be heard from her as she felt him position his finger at her entrance, her face and body language both displaying the ever growing need she had for his touch. Just as it had moments ago, her body squirmed where she laid beneath him, the action cause his finger to slowly slip inside of her. The way her walls squeezed his finger would show him how tight she was, though the slickness from her arousal would allow him to move inside of her with ease.

For a moment, she stilled, simply lying before him with his finger pressed inside of her. She had never felt so needy, and in a way, she wanted to fight it. She wanted to hide how much she wanted him, but the thought only lasted a few seconds before she gave in to herself, her hips gently moving against his hand in an attempt to push him deeper within her.
 
He noticed how she was holding herself back from making those lewd sounds, trying so hard not to let a moan slip her lips so what? He wouldn’t learn she was enjoying herself or that the next door neighbor wouldn’t hear them? He owned the penthouse and there were no neighbors. Though, even if a few people were to hear them, he wouldn’t care at all. He liked how she tried to bite down her tongue but a moan here and there slipped from her lips on one too many occasions. Enough times to tell him that she was indeed enjoying it.

He liked how she had endurance to hold back herself from removing her blindfold. The ice cube finally melted and formed a pool at the base of her neck as his gaze then moved down her frame, noticing her hard nipples glisten from the water as it was so tempted to just lean down and give them each a good suckle. He noticed the tiny areolas visible around her nipple and how her breasts didn’t sag at all, clearly a sign of arousal.

He could have guessed that no other man before him had played her body the way he was playing with it. For every touch there was a counter reaction from her, whether it’s her body squirming or she letting out a gasp or even a sigh. It was almost like an instrument of some sort; a specific sound of wave is formed every time you pull a string on it and it would depend on how soft or strongly you’d pull. And that’s what this way, he was creating music and appreciating the art in the form of her body that was in front of him.

Holding his finger at he entrance, he waited for an answer and when he got it in the form of her body squirmed towards his digit, he watched it slide in just a bit. He then continued to slowly guide it further inside her, twisting it just a bit so it would get lubed up with her juice. Apparently, she was tight but she was also dripping wet and that made it easier for him to move his finger further inside her. He could almost feel her tight muscles clench around it. He pulled it back out and shoved it back inside very gently.

He took a second to hold his finger inside her and moved his other hand to actually give her other nipple a gentle pull. Just as she wasn’t expecting it, he gave her right breast a soft slap. It would sting a little but it would only add more to her pleasure. She watched the area turn slightly red but it was nothing permanent. Drawing his finger back, he added his index and started to insert both fingers inside her. He moved very slowly but he had to proceed in this manner so he can loop his digits around like a hook. He moved his fingers in and out slowly before he curled them into a hook like formation to tickle the most sensitive spot, bringing his thumb on her outside where it slowly started to draw circles.

It didn’t take him long to find her little nub, tiny clit which moved beneath his thumb. He smiled to himself as he started to massage her clit while moving his fingers in and out just slightly since they were deep inside her and like a hook, tickling the spot from the inside. That’s when he moved his free hand to cup her cheek and then moved to run through her hair and then took a handful of her hair to just keep a strong hold on her head. A few more seconds or minutes of this and he knew that she would be writhing in pleasure, body squirming, aching for a release and jerking away. And that would be his reward, to capture that moment into an image in the back of his mind.
 
A soft shriek left Kendra's lips as she felt his hand come down onto her breast, though it was more so from the unexpectedness of the action than the pain. Of course, the slap left behind a stinging sensation, but strangely, she didn't mind it. If anything, it seemed to add to the experience as a whole, the light pain mixing well with the pleasure she was already feeling. Again, he had surprised her, doing things that no one else had done, things that she wanted more of.

She let out a breath as she felt him withdraw his finger, another moan leaving her lips as he pushed a second back inside. Little sighs and pleasured moans were continually heard from the girl as he began to move his fingers within her at a slow, steady pace, her breathing labored as the pleasure continued to grow within her. His fingers seemed to know exactly where to go and how to move, his actions seeming to please her more than she was able to please herself when she used her own fingers inside of her. It was as though he knew her already, knew her body, knew what she wanted. For a brief moment, she found herself thinking perhaps he knew what she wanted more than she did.

"Oh.." she sighed softly, her mind pulled away from her thoughts as his thumb found her clit, teasing it as his fingers continued to move within her. Instantly, the pleasure pulsing through her body seemed to grow stronger, her moans louder and breathing unsteady. His grip on her hair held her in place, though her body could hardly stay still as she began to writhe in his grasp, her back arching slightly as she felt her release getting closer and closer. "Please.." she whispered as her hands gripped the bedsheets, almost as though she feared he was going to stop.

All she needed was just another second, another second if his fingers deep inside of her, his thumb against her clit. In just a simple second, she would be crying out for him, her body shaking with pleasure if he so allowed her the opportunity to reach her climax.
 
He took extra care not to let his hand come down too hard. It was a supple slap on her breast to surprise her as well as to make her feel a feeling of pleasure mixed with pain. If done in a right manner, that very same feeling of pain would intensify the feeling of pleasure. Therefore, it would add to overall excitement. He was always afraid of pushing too far, but with her, it just seemed so right.

He was satisfied with what he was giving her and her moans were evident of that. And in that moment, she could deny everything that’s been done to her and she may even get up and run away from him but he now knows it was something she enjoyed and ran away because she was a little scared. Though, he was glad that she was still here, laying in his bed, and curious.

Every woman was different and their body reacted to one’s touch differently. He was learning how her body reacted to his touch and so far, it’s been a learning curve as well he had managed to keep it entertaining for her. He knew exactly which buttons to press. The way her walls clenched around his fingers, he knew for sure that she wouldn’t be able to hold much longer. She’d been put through enough torture and if he moved carefully, she would have her orgasm.

His hand gripped her hair and he made her head tilt back. He moved his fingers in and out of her, curling inside with hook pattern to tease and graze her sensitive spot while his thumb continued to massage her sensitive clit. He smirked when she murmured ‘Oh’ and ‘Please’. She sounded so desperate and in that moment, he picked up pace with the way his two fingers were sliding inside her. His thumb literally was crushing her clit to arouse her to the point where she’d cry out with an intense orgasm. He need not give her permission as his actions were pretty clear.
 
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