Chiken

A long silence follows his words. He slowly approaches and looks like a mountain about to collapse on me. The frames of the Instangram videos haunt me. I know what I just said, but I also know that my heart is giving out and fear and sexual desire are overwhelming my self-confidence and rationality. "No!", I finally say, feeling very small, "It's true, I've never faced a guy like you and I don't think I'm capable of it...". These words pass through my mouth like poison and leave a bitter taste on my tongue. He come closer more relaxed and takes my chin between the thumb and forefinger of his hand. "I know what kind of woman you are, Karoline. I know you're used to being bossy. But we both know you can't resist me physically and maybe not even mentally, can you?" He stares at me and brings his lips to mine. I try to skew my head but he grabs a strand of my hair and forces it back. I feel pain but even more a feeling of helplessness. "Am I right or not?" he asks again, now inches away. He smells good. "Yes, you're right" I finally whisper "I realized you were different from the first moment I saw you. I'd like to resist you but I know it's impossible. You'd hurt me and then use my body as you pleased." As I say these things I feel that his free hand is exploring my skin under the bathrobe. "You are an intelligent and beautiful woman Karoline and you know your limits," he whispers, leaning into my ear. The warmth and scent of his body drives me crazy. "...but now it's time to undress....go on!" and so saying he let my only garment slide to the ground. Beside my purple slip, I'm completely naked and helpless in front of him.

"Don't be delusional...I wouldn't have bowed to anyone else!" I try to justify myself proudly, but he grins, not taking me seriously. "Yes, that's fine. Stop talking now and kiss my chest". It' right before me and I kiss it. It's hard rock. I fully understand that Jonathan is making me worship his body to finish humiliating my mind but I can't resist in any way. The die is now cast. The boy takes my chin and kisses me. Honestly, I didn't think it was possible to receive a kiss like that. His tongue overwhelms my senses and twitches as it is raping my mouth. I'm feeling cold shivers , as if the temperature in the room has dropped. Suddenly, his hand creeps between my thighs. I want to scream but I can't because he's still kissing me and holding me tight; so I wriggle and involuntarily fall backwards on the carpet. The guy chortles, amused by my clumsiness, and tramps my stomach under one of his feet. Seeing him from the bottom in all his imposing height makes me think that capitulating was in fact my best option. I would adore his muscles and feet for hours, confessing that my workouts and trainings had the real purpose of getting his attention and being worthy of him. I feel the need to immediately take off my underwear, now so wet that it bothers me. My vagina needs his dick inside straight away but I know he will only do that when the foreplay is over. I am consumed by the waiting.