Sweet turns Sour

They stood there kissing, Alan moved his hands down onto Caroline’s hips but as he went to pull her closer he felt her hands on her chest pushing him off.

“No..I,” she was gasping slightly trying to gather herself and catch her breath, “This wasn’t what I wanted. It’s not what I invited you over for.” Her face was turned downward facing the ground

Alan tilted his head slightly to the side and raised an eyebrow, “You’re the one who kissed me, what are you saying?”

She stomped her foot in frustration, “I know! I know! But…listen, when I invited you over I told myself I wasn’t going to do…this!” she gestured in front of herself with erratic arms “I’m not that type of person, I’m really not. I didn’t want you to think I was just contacting you for a booty call. I’m not that sort of person.”

Alan watched her, she was clearly distressed. He was convinced at this point he couldn’t make someone do something they didn’t want. He could nudge them, sure, but he couldn't make Caroline kiss him if she didn’t want it. So why was she fighting so much?

He sent a wave of doubt over her, “I mean, it’s not like I minded at all. You’re not really taking advantage of me.”

She stepped back, her back bent forward and eyes at the ground, “I…I just don’t know. It feels so off, I’ve never experienced feelings like this, especially not this quickly! It’s weird! I just wanted us to be…friends”

Alan kept his smile consistent as he watched her, and sent her a wave of guilt, “Is that really how you feel?”

She looked over at him, her eyes glassy and unfocused, “What do you mean?”

“Well, It just seems to me that you know what you want and you’re trying to convince yourself it’s something else. You told me last night about how stressed you were, right?”

She was watching him carefully, “Right…yeah about my job and stuff”

He doubted it was necessary at this point, but to drive it home Alan sent Caroline a wave of anxiety, “You also mentioned last night you found it hot when I took control.”

“I…ah” She stumbled back as Alan took a step towards her, “I…did say that but, that’s different.”

Alan kept moving forward until Caroline’s back was against the wall, he raised his arm and pressed it against the wall so his body was arching over hers and sent her a wave of pleasure, “I don’t think it is…I think you learned something about yourself and now you’re scared.”

“I…learned something?” Carolines eyes were locked on his, her breathing noticeably heavier from a mix of fear and arousal that was building up.

He took his other hand and brought it to her chin, “Yeah, every day you have to be prim and proper. You need to be serious and hold yourself together…but you can let that all go with me.”

“I…I can?” she was glancing to either side

“Yes you can,” Alan nodded patiently, his thumb stroking her cheek, “When you’re with me you can surrender all control, let me be in charge. Doesn’t that sound nice?” As he finished saying it he caressed her cheek and sent a wave of serenity.

“I…don’t know..this is all so fast…we’re not even dating…” She was pressed against the wall, her hands holding it for support for fear of her knees giving out on her.

“It’s fine…it's ok for friends to help each other out. You’d still get to live your life, just when we’re together…I’d help you out. But if you don’t want that, I can just go right now.” This time a wave of crippling fear, he wanted her to feel it throughout her body as he began to step back.

“No! I…” she stumbled on words and reached out to grab his arm. Alan thought he saw tears forming in her eyes, “I want it, please!”

Alan smiled down at her tear stained face, “See that wasn’t so bad was it? So let's remove all pretense and admit it.”

She looked up at him, her face alight with desperation, “admit what?”

“That you’re a needy little slut, who needs to be controlled.” He stroked her cheek reassuringly

“I…” her tears caused her to choke on the words “I’m a needy little slut..who needs to be controlled…”

Alan raised an eyebrow and looked down at her “Is that it?”

She moved her hands to his shirt and clutched it, burying her face in his chest, “I’m a needy little slut who needs to be controlled…sir.”

“Good girl.” Alan said simply as he brought his mouth to hers for their second kiss of the day.