I make my intentions clear

Smiling like a tomcat who has cornered a petrified mouse, I close the distance between us until I am standing directly in front of her. Without a word I squeeze my hands between her tightly closed legs and pull them open until I have room to position my hips between her knees and my hands can move up her thighs and rest on her hips. It is a blatant invasion of her personal space and I love the way she struggles with how to respond to my sudden sexual presence.

“You were amazing last night, Angel.” I spite of her nervousness, she responds to my praise with a timid smile.

“Really?” Alison's expressive eyes search mine for much needed confirmation.

“Oh yeah,” I grin wickedly and pull her hips forward until she is pressed against my pelvis, “I haven't had sex that hot for a very, very long time.” It's true. I loved Fran with all my heart from almost the first day I met her; sex with her ranged from slow sensual lovemaking to passionate fireworks that left both of us covered in sweat and gasping for breath. Even today I would give everything I owned to have her back in my life instead of this naïve teenager, but that doesn't change in any way how good last night had been. I lean forward to show her with a kiss, but Alison's hand push against my shoulders and she turns away from my kiss.

“Wait.” She twists again in my arms trying to put a little space between her slender body and mine, but there isn't much she can do with the way I am positioned between her thighs. “Mr. Patterson, wait!” I lean back so there is a good two feet between our faces although her legs are still spread wide around my pelvis and my hands haven't left her hips. “Mr. P. please, you said you would only do this once a week.”

“I did.” I chuckle good-naturedly and take my hands off her body, “I'm not a greedy man, Honey. I can wait until next week.” If Alison is relieved by her sudden reprieve I see no real sign of it. “Of course the longer I wait as you walk around wearing these sexy outfits of yours, the harder I'm going to fuck you when I get my chance.”

“Mr. P! Really!” I love the flustered look on her face, her cheeks are flushed and she licks her lips unconsciously even as her legs clamp back together and her arms wrap around her torso protectively.

“OK, OK.” I laugh “I'll be good.” And just like that I reign in my Mr. Hyde and and I'm the safe, elderly landlord once again. “Do you want coffee with your breakfast?”

“Yes, Sir.” I like the 'Sir', as a small-town Southern girl, she's used it before but this time it has a submissive note to it that makes my cock twitch in anticipation. As she eats silently I clean up the kitchen sneaking peaks at her when she's not watching.

“Don't forget I'm cooking your food now too,” I remind her, “It's part of the deal, I was thinking stuffed shells for dinner tonight, what do you want for lunch?”

“You don't have to worry about lunch Mr. P.” Alison climbs from her seat and sets the empty coffee cup down with a small 'clink'. “I have a cram session with Kayley, but shells sound great.” I expect her to leave, but she clearly still has something on her mind. “About next week, Mr. P?”

“Yeah, Angel?” She looks as nervous now as she was when I was pressed between her thighs trying to kiss her.

“Is it going to be like last night?” It is impossible to forget the way my lovely tenant responded to being held down and taken, or her later embarrassment as she lay panting in my arms. I wonder if she is secretly hoping for more of the same or if she respond better to something a little more romantic.

“I have some ideas I want to run by you, Honey.” I smile reassuringly, “We can talk about it at dinner if that's OK?” Alison nods shyly, and as she packs up her school books, I start thinking about my plan for my lovely tenant. To ignore her obvious inclination towards fantasies of control doesn't make any sense, but the way she reacted to my assertiveness when I first came in only confirms the need to move forward with caution.