Mick Leads a Quietly Reluctant Jen To The Bedroom

Mick held on to Jen’s dainty hand as he led her up the grand staircase. The skin of her hand felt soft and underworked but the palm felt clammy. He squeezed then glanced at her face which he thought could only have been sculpted by angels. “Don’t worry.”

“It’s impossible not to.”

“You’ll be back in England before you know it.”

Jen sighed when they reached the spacious landing. “ I hope so.” She looked forlornly at the starry sky which was clearly visible through the large skylights. "Only, I fear at what the cost.”

“Everything has a cost. Nothing comes for free in life.”

“I'm that case the UK can’t come quick enough.”

Mick led Jen across the landing and into a dark bedroom. He flicked the light switch then closed the bedroom door behind them. “Here we are.” He gave Jen a moment to take in the grand surroundings of an ultra modern master bedroom which had an en-suite bigger than most garages. Mick watched as Jen took everything in he, then tried to reason, “You never know, you could come to enjoy it.”

“I don’t think that’s….”

Mick rested his finger on Jen's plum coloured lipstick. “Be quiet.” He took a step back whilst his eyes consumed Jen’s youthful body in the leopard print dress. “Can I be honest.” He watched as Jen nodded. “You mesmerise me, Jen. I've never seen a woman so innocently beautiful as you.” The fact Jen appeared so awkward aroused Mick even more. He felt his cock begin to swell as Jen avoided all eye contact. “I just knew I had to corrupt you.”

“Corrupt?”

“Yes.” Mick cupped Jen’s oval face in his hands and closed in on her personal space. “That's why I couldn't pass the opportunity to do so.” With their noses touching Mick could feel Jen’s erratic breathing as she failed miserably to hide her nerves.

Jen hated Mick. Hated his power. His control. Even his expensive cologne. She broke away from Mick’s lips with a breathless yelp as she felt his hands make their way up her thigh and under her the shark-bite hem of her dress… coming to a rest upon narrow hips.

Mick’s hands gently squeezed her slender waist. He smirked as his hands moved south to slowly stroked the skin of her outer thighs. Jen let out a nervous groan to which Mick offered, “Sush, my little girl. Relax”

“I can’t.”

“You’re going to have to… at some point.” Mick rested his lips lightly against Jen’s, but heavy enough so he could taste her coconut lip gloss. Back and forth his fingers raked her skin which goosebumped with fear rather than thrill.

Eyes closed Jen shivered as Mick’s fingers curled around the elasticated lace of her panties. “Are you ready?” He began to slowly draw them down her thighs, inch by inch. It was deliberately slow.

Mick enjoyed humiliating Jen.