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Lady Jace Beleren

Lady Jace Beleren

Don't Feed the Pervert
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Jul 2, 2014
Location
United States, East Coast
Today was the first day. Not of university, that had been some two years ago, not even of the semester. She had one full week before that annoyance reared its head. No, it was going to be her first day of having flatmates.

Of course, Abigail had planned on having flatmates since she had prodded her parents into letting her buy this particular apartment, though it was more of a converted warehouse than anything. It was, at the heart, a studio setup with two large windows pointing out toward the campus, though she mostly kept the curtains drawn over them. On either side was a door, leading to what was essentially two separate apartments. Her own was on the the right, with her bathroom connected to both the hallway and her bedroom. The other, a similar setup with an extra area for a small kitchen, had been intended to give her some company. At least, company was her nice name for it. In exchange for her offering an absurdly low rent, they would be her personal maids.

However, today was the first day. That meant she still had no personal maids to speak of. What she did have was a large apartment that had been hidden from view for almost two months. It was impossible to describe how one let everything slip when you lived alone. Therefore, it was a mad dash to make sure the place was presentable. After all, no one respected someone who lived like a slob. The entire main kitchen, which took up a corner of the studio area, had already been cleaned. The large carpet that took up a good portion of the wooden floor had been vacuumed. Almost all clothing had been collected and put somewhere it belonged. Abigail found herself diving for the last pair of underwear that had somehow ended up under the couch when the buzzer sounded.

With little choice, she shoved the underwear into the pocket of her pants, moving quickly to the kitchen to check her reflection in the front of the refrigerator. Her hands quickly began to comb through her black hair, the smell of dye floating gently to her nose. She had made sure it was properly colored a day before, having no desire for a bit of blonde to poke through. Her makeup, thankfully was intact, her dark eye shadow still drawn into neat cat eyes. Her red tank top, which had a generously low neckline to show off her not-so-generously endowed chest, managed to hide her tattoos for the moment, though her black denim shorts and red stockings only managed to obscure the details of the one running down her leg.

It was strange to think that she was going to be opening the door for a pair of strangers and offer them a space in her home. The pair of twins, which was essentially the only thing she knew about them, had contacted her via email almost a month ago. They had turned down offers to come inspect the area before they moved in, saying it was too far to travel. For all she knew, Abigail was about to open the door for a pair of big strong men, ready to crash in and take advantage of her. Or worse, a pair of pock faced teens who had never graduated from the ugly duckling stage of their lives. She held her breath as opened the door. All at once, that same breath came crashing out of her. They were perfect. She had to have them.
 
"You tell her, your voice is deeper..." one of the redheads was nabbing the other with a grin before turning towards the old, maybe cat having house lady. And James froze... What he was looking at could be only a couple of years older than them, and dressed to impress. He was impressed all right. Not knowing what to do, he tugged his own long red hair forward - it was a manly mane kept together with black leather into a tail - and bowed.

"Kiss my ass!" the other hissed, short, cropped red hair, and a loose pullover that only marginally hid her breats - not that big, but she was braless as usual. "Hi! I am Lindsay, and the laughable one is Jamie... And we are the Carson twins." she waited for any reply, then presented an old looking letter. "And this is something that was never sent to your parents, as in had fallen behind the dresser table... " she shrugged "Not that interesting, just we are five years ago, when mom tried to send us over for a summer... But hey! Here we are, five years later, and on our own!" Lindsey grabbed the two biggest bag they had, and strode in the door. "Which one would be my room?"

"Excuse her, she is a little bit cranky after the long travel..." the other said, shrugging. "If we can understand it, you would be our aunt, somewhre in the bushy family tree, don't feel bad that you never knew. It was a lucky chance that dad found out when he gathered information on you. Then they was all about how your parents never answered, not even after the second letter... But I think they maybe lost the second one too, not just this first one. They must have sent it to at least twenty relatives when they wanted to get rid of us for that summer..." he shrugged again, shouldering three smaller bags and cases, and waited Abigail to show him the way.

In the enclosed letter there was a photo and a somewhat short and slightly apologeptic letter adressed to Abigail's parents, as hopefully distant family who would maybe take the two "beatiful and gifted children" for the whole summer while their parents went on a cruise...

Of course they finding the place for rent next to the college they could go to was a fully different thing, it was only the coincidence that they was somewhat family - even if their parents lost contact even before they was born.
 
It took Abigail a full few seconds to process that the twins were introducing themselves. She smiled a little, trying her best to hide the fact that her brain was working on overdrive. "Hi, I'm Abigail."

What she was not expecting was for the twins to present her with a letter. Her expression turned to confused as she began to open it, listening to what Lindsay was saying. While she read the letter, her brain having gone from overdrive to completely turned off, she raised a hand to point to the door to the twins' side of the apartment. None of this made sense. She had just wanted to have a couple of flatmates to keep the place clean. Now she was going to be a ward for some distant relatives? She was still reading the letter as she walked Jamie across the main room, though she had probably read it twice already.

By the time her brain managed to process everything and slide the pieces together, she was standing between the two doorways to the modestly sized bedrooms of the twins. With all of the information stored away, she managed an emotional reaction. She felt angry.

"What the hell is this?! You couldn't have mentioned this in an email or something? Maybe given me a little warning before you crashed through my front door? Well, as far as I am concerned, we aren't family. You are two strangers who are moving into my flat for school." With a huff, she turned and walked back out to the main room, flopping onto the large couch.
 
"Thank you, you dimwit!" the first, short haired one said to the other, the distance of them from the door of their room helping more to differentiate between them than their voice - at least whe nthey was trying to speak among themselves with low voice. "Now she thinks we are some kind of freelancing relatives!" A little bit of tussle could be heard, then one of them said "Right! Pack out our clothes, while I try to rebuild the trust..."

And soon the short haired one, Lindsay, arrived and tried to sit on the same couch, without jostling Abigail, or even touching her. "Hey... sorry about that. Really, the letter was just found when we turned up the whole house to pack for college, however our dad researched the place and looked after you as much as he could... It was lucky that he found your parents name out first, or we would have him here sniffing around. You know how dad's are when their daughters leave their home for the first time... Or maybe not."

"Anyway, we are all right with what we already know about each other by email, and what was found out is nothing to concern ourselves. It is more for our parents reassurance, or at least mine and my brother's. Could we start over?" then she pushed forward her hand for a shake "Hi! I am Lindsay Carson, one of your new flatmates, pleased to meet you!"
 
Abigail had always considered herself rather close to her parents. After all, they had not been the biggest fan of her being friendly with other children, so she had no one else to be close to. They had never mentioned any siblings, any relatives really. She had been told her grandparents had died before she was born and that they were both only-children. They had started a chain of small stores and been bought out by some larger company, only to both be given positions at the new company. It had resulted in a very comfortable life for Abigail. Only now did she realize that it had probably been some kind of argument over money or something. Still, she would stand by what she said. They were not her family.

She felt the couch depress a bit next to her and opened her eyes to see Lindsay sitting at the edge. Slowly, she moved to sit up completely. It seemed that the twins had no intention of making this some big deal. They wanted to live in her apartment. This was just some big coincidence. Still, she almost flinched at how much care their parents seemed to rain on each of them. Her parents had no even come with her the first day she moved out. Still, if they meant no harm, there was no need to be hostile. She grabbed Lindsay's hand, shaking it gently.

"Abigail Benson. Call me Abbie." She smiled a bit, her smile hiding a twisting of thoughts and idea. They were not family. That meant she could do whatever she wanted.
 
"Hey there Abbie. So, any house rules? Jamie not leaving his hair around in the flat is a given.... I got him housebroken a little..." The younger redhead was smiling at Abigail, and not letting her hand go until their landlord... lady ... girl? pulled away. "The first day at the school does not start until monday, so we have the whole weekend to find out about the area, and any good haunts. Then we would be mainly studying."

"Don't let her sneak up on you." came the other twin's voice from close enough that he had been the one sneaking up on the other two. "She needs a 'headphones only' rule for her 'music'... I can't stand all the metal, or rock, or whatever she calls it..." he slipped down almost bonelessly between the two girls onto the floor. "So, laundry day? Groceries? Do you cook, Abbie? Because you have to look out when Lin is in the kitchen, she can be boiling oil with gears or something..."

"Hush, stockings-man!" grimaced the short haired redheaded girl at her twin. "Or should I tell her about the panties?"

"Boxers, you mean, as in mine, you sometimes wear..." came the reply, and only now became evident that both newcomer was nervous a little, trying to needle each other to maybe get angry or at least riled up thus forgetting the anxiousness.
 
Abigail intended to give Lindsay a short list of her little rules, mostly for her own privacy. Then, the other half broke into the conversation. The two of them started their little back and forth bickering and it was not long before Abbie found herself smiling, a hand held to her lips to avoid showing it. The two of them seemed to have so much energy. She had to assume it was something about having a twin. They must always need enough energy to keep up with each other, lest they fall behind. After letting them go on a little more, slinging rather embarrassing insults back and forth, she decided to break in.

"Tuesday and Friday! Those are the trash days. As for groceries, I will count that as a part of the deal we talked about in the emails. In exchange for my paying the majority of the rent, you two are in charge of cleaning up the common area. I will cook sometimes, but I will likely be buying easy things. As for music, that is up to the two of you unless I can hear it in here. TV is fair game. You can go wherever you want as long as you don't go past my door over there. As for wearing panties and boxers, feel free to wear them wherever as well."

She let out a small laugh at her own little joke. It was strange for her to be so comfortable around others this quickly. She had always been kept away from other children and it had turned her a bit prickly. Still, she was sure it would come out sooner or later.

"Now, serious rules. Do not come on my side of the apartment without my permission. You have your own cooking area that I expect you to use. You can leave a list of groceries. There is a washer and dryer on my side. I will do the laundry. If you burn anything down, make a mess you can't clean up, or break something, that is up to you to pay for. If you don't tell me and I find out, you are out of here. If you want to invite people over, feel free. If you want to throw a party or something, ask. Also, if you are drinkers, I turn twenty one in a few weeks so I don't mind playing devil's advocate. Just don't puke."
 
The twins high-fived with each other, smiling. "That works!" they say together, but it is the long haired male who starts it, the short red haired female just catch on really fast. But it seems like they said it together, as they finish the second half together, looking at Abigail, grinning.

"I would even carry out the trash if she cleans... and sometimes I can cook." adds Jamie - who is really James on paper, if someone would care - and nods, as in acceptance to the rules.

"Great! ... Not that I would want to drink more than beer or the occasional wine, as we can do that at home legally, but ... let me ask you, are you a champagne girl, or more of the fruity drinks type?" Lindsay tries to be charming... but feels like she is a little bit overdoing it, so lets go of Abigail's hand, and even blushes a little.

Jamie tries to get the attention to help her sister recover, standing - almost jumping up on her feet. "Great! Then lets us finish packing out, then while grumpy girl is sleeping off the time difference, what about showing me a place to buy you coffe or a drink?"
 
The way that the two of them seem to work in sync is more than a little amusing to Abigail. Looking at the two of them, she found that she much preferred their nicknames to their given names. Lin and Jamie were much more fitting to her than Lindsay and James. She made a mental note to try to use those names.

"Well, I am actually more of a whisky kind of girl. Habit I picked up from my dad. He figured I was going to drink anyway so I might as well drink something good."

Between the two of them, Abigail was feeling a little overwhelmed, so Jamie's offer sounded absolutely fantastic. She shot up off the couch and stretching a little, her tank top riding up to show off her belly. She moved over to her door, opening it and leaning in to grab a pair of high black boots, which she sat down and began to pull them up her legs.

"I think getting some coffee sounds great. But, it does sound a little like you are trying to take me on a date when we have only know each other for a few minutes. I am not that kind of girl, you know."
 
"My kind of girl..." Lin eyed her from the couch, grinning, partially because the whiskey, but also the flash of the skin "We would have to ask for some juice from grandpa's still... As a gift, of course." Lindsay would be going to rest a little, as she was really jet-lagged, but now she would have something to smile and dream about.

"Oh, I am not that kind of man either. Lets say that this is a kind of date that is not a date, but still counts as the first date if there would be anything date-ish later..." Jamie looked amused, but tried to play it cool - still, jumping and donning a jacket and jumping back into his shoes while making sure he had the ID and the money showed that he had energy to burn - and some incentive to take out the older girl. He could not believe Abigail was this easy to live with... But hoped it would never get too much worse.
 
Abigail found Jamie's energy to be adorable. There was something about him that she found to be rather attractive. What it was she could not figure out. It was not until they had made their way out of the door and she saw him from behind in full that she realized what it was. He looked so amazingly feminine from behind and it was lovely. Perhaps she would have to make this a bit more of a date than she had intended. He had certainly been enthusiastic about it.

Moving to match pace with Jamie, Abigail made a point to stand a little bit closer than she would normally. She let their hand brush and made sure to smile at him after. If she was going to have fun with this pair then it was important for her to get at one of them right away. Especially now, with the two being separated.

"Are you sure you want to buy my coffee? I have rich girl syndrome. I can't drink coffee without a minimum or whipped cream and caramel."
 
"I can make whipped cream for you, any time... Good caramel is possible too, and if you have the right coffe at home, then next time, if we do not have my sister around, we can leave the buying part out... But I have an ulterior motive." James grinned at her, and feeling Abigail close enough, he tried to naturally hold her hand. "So, what can you tell me about the college and the people around here? You must have some questions about us too."

He would be trying to go for the easy chat about the classes and studies they would be doing - Lindsey aiming to become a mechanic engineer, while Jamie just took all the basic and introductory classes this year he could, not having a clear picture what he wanted to be. Jamie also would order the same coffe for both of them (more likely just ordering the same as Abigail, but paying for them).
 
Abigail was a bit surprised by how forward Jamie was being. She was even more surprised when she felt his hand try to grasp her own. Her fingers slipped away quickly, but she did not increase the distance between them. Instead, she gave him a gentle nudge with her hip. Her smile was still playful and she wanted to make sure he did not think he had done anything severe. As it seemed, Jamie would be absolutely trivial to get wrapped up in her little web. For the sister it would be a little bit more difficult. In fact, she had no idea if it would be possible. After all, not everyone shared her leanings toward gender and sexuality.

On the way there, she left Jamie talk. After all, the coffee shop that Abbie frequented was around the corner. She even went so far as to try and let him be the gentleman and both order and pay for their drinks. She did have to contain a little laugh at the heart that they put above Jamie's name on the cup, however. It seemed she was not the only one who found some feminine appeal in the male twin. On the way back, however, she decided it was time to establish a bit of dominance.

"So, you have known me for less than half an hour, will be living under my roof, paying your rent to me, and yet you think it is a good idea to flirt with me and invite me on a coffee date inside our apartment? You are a very lucky guy, you know. A lot of girls, especially girls from families like mine, would be pissed at you right now. You are even more lucky that you are talking to a slightly different kind of girl than you are probably used to." She stirred her coffee a little before taking a sip, enjoying the sweet caramel flavor followed by rich coffee taste. "Do you think your sister will be sleeping long?"
 
The young man was trying to be friendly, but it seemed that he got the idea... "Too fast?" Jamie asked grinning, but remained just as friendly - if with less closeness - as before. "I feel like I had been speaking, and not letting you get a word in, so, why not hear about what are you doing around here... Who we would be living under the roof with?"

"And I do think that becoming friends is essential if I want to live with someone... Even if it is not more than flatmates, that is. About you being the one we are paying rent to, it is just a necessity. I try to think about it as a formality, but my sister is the one with the strings of our money bag. I am asking for your forgiveness, if I offended you somehow, but I am not sorry I tried to be friends..."

He got a little more tired, or maybe it was just the cheerfullness leaving the redhaired young man. "Oh, she will be sleeping all right, not even a cannon could wake her... I slept on the plane, but she is too much a hardass to do that. But I think we can get or make a dinner, and she will be up to it when the sun goes down..."
 
It seemed that she had discouraged Jamie a bit too much with her harshness. That had been exactly the opposite of what she had been attempting. However, being harsh was a bit of a habit for Abigail. Parents that taught her she was better than every self, even though she knew it was wrong, had given her a bit of a complex. She had power over these two twins by the simple fact that their little bargain for rent was not exactly officially documented. This made it even harder for her to keep her cruel side from poking out. Still, with men there was an easy way to encourage them.

"I'm sorry if I came off a little mean. I wasn't trying to say you were going too fast. The opposite actually." Their short walk back to the door was already over and Abigail began to fiddle with her keys, finding the right one. "Like I said, you are very lucky."

Once she had let Jamie in and closed the door behind them, she turned to the male twin and looked him in the eyes.

"How would you feel about a tour of my side of the apartment? I will tell you all about what I do at at school and you can tell me all about those panties that your sister said you wear." There was a wicked smirk on her lips as she walked toward her door of the apartment, looking at him over her shoulder.
 
Jamie - for James had no problem being called that - had a heady feeling. Never before did she came this close to making friends this fast... and if he read the signs, or morel ike, heard it right, then more than friends. He just prayed that he would not make it worse than they had at that moment. Aunt or relative or not, she was still their landlady... And Jamie never ever wanted to become like their father, who just pushed himself on every female he got a liking too.

"Naah, we are just fine. I hope you would always tell me if there was something not good between us." he was a little slow to help Abigail with the keys, but was just in time to help her remove the jacket, maybe even her shoes... and if the show and tell in her room was anything to go by, Jamie was at hand to remove every piece of clothing and do anything to her she wanted.

"I am happy that we get to meet, and become ... friends this fast." he even grinned and winked "But those was not panties, but briefs! How could I know that those was Lin's female briefs?! You see, she was already wearing mine from the heap of clean clothes..."
 
Abigail opened the door to her side of the apartment, pushing her boots off just outside the doorway. Her expression was like a bright sun compared to what she had been wearing before the walk, like some big weight had been lifted off of her.

"Shame about the panties. You would look good in them, I bet. As for friends, that depends entirely on you."

She held the door open for Jamie, waiting for him to be securely in her domain before she closed the door behind them. With a gentle hand on his back, she pushed him down the small hallway and into the bedroom at the end.

In most ways, the bedroom was completely normal. A plush blue carpet, a pair of large wardrobes against one wall, a desk and a computer on the other. However, there were things about it that were strange. The bed was a large four-post with hooks on each of them, a pair of hooks also fastened to the ceiling. They were not sharp meat hooks. More like thick towel hooks with rounded points. Abigail moved to sit in the large leather chair that filled the last open corner of the room, settling into it with her legs pulled up.

"So, here is the deal. You seem like you are very interested in becoming..." She paused to consider her word choice. "Friends. Lets call it friends. But, I have a very particular set of rules for being friends with someone. I like to play with my friends in a little bit of a different way. Ropes and games involving ropes. That sort of thing. Are you still interested in being my friend?"
 
Jamie eagerly stepped out of his shoes too, putting away both of their footwear if needed. Smiling up at his land-lady, the long red haired young man blushed, as he replied, turning his face away and standing up. "Naah, too uncofortable... Not enough place..."

But he really grinned at her, playfully following and ducking into her room. Jamie looked around, and the only reply he had was "Oh, do you play spidergirl often? Or just love to have plants hanging all over the bed? Must be a really sunny spot..."

He was not naive, or even that much of a virgin, but... well, Jamie did not associated the hooks with any kind of 'becoming friends'. "Rules? Kind of when to call, what not to say, where to go to movies, never mention things?" but his mind soon caught up with "Ropes?!? I hope you mean wall climbing or tying knots like scouts?" all the while his face reddened and his cock hardened in his trousers, making him squirm a little.
 
His adorable response was enough to make her smile. God, this was simply too easy. She wondered if it was because he was a man or because he was just a bit of a silly person. Still, she had no intention of looking taking this little gift for granted. She stood from her spot in the chair and began to walk toward Jamie, her eyes looking predatory. She stopped when they were only inches away from each other, her breasts almost touching him. She was done with being coy.

"I suppose there will be quite a few rules. You can't mention this to anyone, especially your sister. No pestering me to come into my room for sex. When you are in my room, you listen to me."

Abigail wrapped her hands around his hips, directing him toward the bed. As soon as he was pressed to the edge of it, she pushed, forcing him to sit. She sat her knee on the mattress and moved to straddle him. With a quick pull her tank top was on the floor and she was sitting in his lap wearing a black bra.

"But, the ropes are most definitely not for climbing. Why don't we call this a test run? You listen to what I say. I avoid anything too extreme. I give you an amazing time. Then, you listen to me and let me play my games. How does that sound?"
 
His hands came up to encircle her waist the moment she stepped too close, and started nodding with an amused smile. "Of course Abigail... I always listen to people who welcome me into their bedroom with open arms..." he was like adancer when they moved, but still stumbled onto the bed, gasping as she started to disrobe.

"I do not want to run, beatiful!" that said, Jamie tried to start kissing the naked shoulders and neck, slowly following down the cleveage, while his hands stroked the naked back of the older girl. "Mhm!" he was nodding, but definitely lost in the sensual haze of the situation, his cock hardening in his trousers, filling out under her, until the material of his pants stopped it uncomfortably.
 
Abigail was rather pleased with how eager he was. She did not appreciate him referring to her by anything other than the names she would have to teach him later, but it was his first time. He would learn. After all, men were so easy to manipulate with a pair of tits and a cute ass.

"Mm, you seem pretty eager." She pressed her breasts closer to his face, almost smothering him despite her small bust. "If you have to pick, where would you want to put this?" Her hips pushed down, grinding her ass against his hard cock.

While he threw himself at her body, she squirmed in his lap, grinding on his hard length gently. She wanted him to be more than a little aroused when she started to play the real game. While she rubbed against him, she unbuttoned the top of her shorts, unzipping them to reveal a matching pair of black panties. She had no expected to be fucking her flatmate the first day, but matching was always nice.
 
Jamie was in awe of the young woman letting him roam her body with his senses - and tried to get more contact out for their bodies. "I love those legs wherever they are... and would love to have my cock touch you anywhere... everywhere!" he whispered, before the kisses he was bestowing on her cleveage reached the border of her lingerie.

Contrary to what other men would go for, Jamie only helped Abigail remove her garments when she started it, getting naked was not the top priority... Or maybe he just would miss the contact as long as it would need to divest himself of his clothes.

No surprise, this was maybe the second or third time he got this close to some girl - except his sister. Not that they went that much further, but it was not that rare to wrestle in the swimming pool, or in lingerie... They even went for some stroking and groping once or twice... But young James was now not even thinking about his sister, his mind more deep in the gutter.

"Fuck, you are beatiful! I just know you would taste just as good..." the young man was trying to gauge her reactions to his words, to see what he could look forward to.
 
Abigail found both his physical adoration, his mouth and hands barely willing to leave her long enough to find a new spot or say a few words, and his compliments to be much to her liking. While Jamie lacked experience, Abbie had spent the last few years developing her tastes to a very particular point. The way he was worshiping her was most definitely in line with those tastes. So, as Jamie was being very well behaved and had asked so nicely, she put her hands on his chest and pushed hard, forcing him to lay flat on the bed. With agonizingly slow movements, she slid off his lap, her ass pressing down on his cock the whole way.

"I was going to be nice since it is our first time. Ease you in a bit. But, you are just too cute." Abigail was biting her lip, her eyes devouring every little detail of her new toy.

Her thumbs caught the top of her unzipped shorts, slowly wriggling them down her hips, the leggings coming as well. Half way through, she turned her back to him and bent forward, giving him a full view of her ass as she stripped. On her back, just below her shoulder blades, was an intricate tattoo of a heart, wrapped tightly in ropes and suspended from hooks at each shoulder. She was now wearing only her bra and panties as she approached the bed again, licking her lips.

"If you want to taste me, you have to pull out your cock and stroke it for me. No finishing just yet. I want to see what my new toy has for me to play with. If you do a good job with your mouth, I might even let you put it inside me."
 
"Oh, nice tattoo... " he said, while his hands tried to explore every freed inch of her ass. "How your heart could be freed from those ropes? Does it even want to be free?" Jamie asked curiously and naively, but instinctively seeing the deeper emotions in the art. "But I do not want to stop touching you!" he sighed, when the request came to pull out his cock. But still, the possibility to have this woman's pussy on his face made him salivate... Also, he hoped to have her focus and have fun with his cock...

For what the young redheaded man had between his legs was a sizeable snake, all hard and throbbing from the prospect of sex. And all naked too, being circumsized and made hairless too. Nice, long, and thick enough that his fingers only barely encircled it, he could use both hands to cover it, one palm not enough... He hummed and would start licking, if Abigail wanted him to stroke his cock, then Jamie could keep to the same rhytm with his tongue and hand...
 
The sensation of his eager hands on her ass was fantastic. He was going to be such a good toy. He was practically worshiping her all on his own. What really struck Abigail, though, was his adorable question about her tattoo. It seemed he did not really understand the kind of relationship she was interested in. So, while his hands moved to free his length, she turned to him with a smirk.

"It isn't my heart, silly. It belongs to all my subs, which includes you now."

She watched him pull that impressive cock free of his pants and could not help but lick her lips. It was almost unfair for him to be so adorably feminine and have such an amazing cock. A part of her wanted to simply push it inside of herself and enjoy being full of him. However, that part was small and weak compared to the part that loved to play with her partners. It would be so much more satisfying to make him earn the right to fuck her. She slowly began to crawl over him, the tip of his cock brushing against her belly as she made her way up to straddle his chest.

"I have a very special set of tastes, Jamie. Some people like to be romantic and cuddle. I like to embarrass and toy with my partners. If you want to keep fucking me, you will have to do all sorts of things for me. I will make you feel weak and powerless, make you lick and pleasure me everywhere just to earn the right to cum. Your whole body will be mine to toy with."

Her hands moved to her hips to slide her panties down on one side, lifting a leg to full it off her foot and leave the black garment wrapped around her left thigh. She moved herself down a bit more, her pussy now right above his face.

"Is that okay with you?"
 
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