Use it and control her

You congratulate yourself on your choice of security's thoroughness and preparedness and make a mental note to reconsider having them around your mansion. You thought yourself clever telling them to set up near the base of the mountain within easy helicopter reach because you value your privacy, but given the intruder right outside your gate you might have them back around where you can see them.

Or have them fired for letting someone as clueless as a young woman get so close to you undetected. Either way, you pocket the items and head back outside. You nod to yourself seeing her still standing in the rain, exactly the same way as you left her.

"Well, Jennifer," you say, casually observing the jiggle of her breasts as she jumps at the sound of your voice, "you haven't run away, I see."

"I'm naked," she says indignantly, "and I don't have anything on me. What could I do other than wait for you?"

"Good," you reply, nodding your head sagely, "if you were a thief, or a spy, you'd have run away. I'm starting to believe you."

"You have to believe me!" she exclaims in the rain, her hands grip the bars of your gate, "I've nowhere else to go."

"I don't have to do anything," you cross your arms, a smug smile naturally appears on your face, "you're the one who has something to do."

"W-what?" She asks, numbly. In way of reply you produce the pair of handcuffs and toss it at her, she reflexively catches it with her hands and looks at it.

"Wear it." You command, "behind your back."

She looks at you wide eyed, her mouth agape but no words come out.

"You want me to trust you, don't you?" You ask her rhetorically, "Then put them on."

She looks back at you wordlessly, then as if in a daze she turns around giving you a view of her back and ass, places her hands behind her back and lets you watch as she cuffs herself with a resounding click. She turns back around to face you, and you can see her holding back tears as she must realize how utterly helpless she has now become. You put your hand forward to signal her to not move as you press the buzzer to open the gate. She stays as instructed, to your increasing delight as you realize she's as meek as can be, and you step forward and grab her by the arm, pulling her into the guard shack.

She seems thankful to be out of the rain, but her body is still cold and wet, and you don't notice any towels lying around. Not that you plan to dry her off just yet.

"Do you trust me now?" She asks, still shivering.

"We're off to a good start," you concede, "and you've been a good girl so far."

"I am a good girl," she replies, "I've been nothing but good!"

You smile at that, and she smiles back at you. Then her eyes get drawn to your hands as you produce the gloves and wear them with an audible snap that startles her again, giving you another good view of her breasts bouncing. You make a mental note to startle her more, especially while she's naked like that.

"Sit on the kiosk." You command her again, tapping the desk in front of you, "There's still one more check we have to do."

"Check?" She asks, as she does a little hop to get on the kiosk. The security desk was chest height, however, and she doesn't quite have it, bumping her hip on the edge and stumbling toward you. You chuckle at her and place your hands under her armpits and give her a boost to get her seated with her chest at your eye level.

"The term would be doing a cavity search," you tell her, in as neutral and professional a tone as you could manage, "Now spread your legs for me."

"I'm sorry?" She asks, dumbfounded.

"Spread your legs for me." You repeat, tapping on her knees. "I won't ask you again."

"But that's..." she starts weakly, but stops herself upon seeing your steely gaze. Without further complaints she proceeds to spread her legs, and reveals her pussy shamefully. You take it in for a moment, appreciating the faint fuzz of pubic hair and how it remains stubbornly closed despite her legs being spread as it is.

You step forward, closing the distance between you two, and place a hand over her belly, looking at her eyes. She looks back at you with a flushed face and ragged breaths as you slowly slide your hand downward to her crotch, and you finally break eye contact to concentrate on her pussy. You use your thumb to knead her pussy, pressing and shifting a side to reveal her clitoris and opening.

"A cavity search," you explain, your finger rubbing all around her entrance, "is about looking down here to see if you're hiding anything inside."

"Inside?" She manages to say, her breathing becoming increasingly irregular, "nothing can fit inside there!"

"Truly?" You ask her. She nods frantically down at you, as you've moved your face up close to her crotch. "That doesn't sound right."

"What do you me-" she starts to ask, but cuts herself off with a whimper as you try to press a finger in. Her legs reflexively closes together, wrapping around your head rather painfully. You remove your finger quickly as you move your hands to pry her legs open again, and she realizes what she's done and starts apologizing, "I'm sorry!"

"That actually hurt," you tell her, massaging the sides of your head, "but I forgive you for that."

"I'm sorry sir," she says shamefully, "you shocked me. No one's touched me down there before."

"So now it's my fault?" You ask her teasingly, Your hand makes it way back down and you massage her clitoris lightly, "should I have done this more gently?"

"N-no," she replies, her legs opening up again as she responds to the massage, "it's for the cavity search, right?"

"Still," you say, "I think I should do it more gently. A finger is too... dry."

And without waiting for a reply, you press your lips on her pussy and start kissing her labia. She moans and her legs quiver around your head, but she doesn't close it as you thought she would. Clearly she remembers how she hurt you just moments before and doesn't want to repeat it. As a reward, you suckle on her clitoris for a while, and her voice grows louder. You place your hands on her inner thighs and press on them firmly apart as you use your tongue to drive inside her, and you can taste her juices as they rush outward to greet it.

You've been inside more than a fair share of pussy in your years of being sexually active, but you find the tightness in her pussy to be the most remarkable one. You imagine she's never even tried masturbating, given the way her pussy keeps trying to **** your tongue out as you push in with it. Still, she seems to have a sensitive body, buckling and quivering under your ministrations as you continue with the tongue lashing, and you eventually move a hand to tease her vagina as you focus your tongue and mouth on her clitoris instead, your farce of a search completely done away with. And you are rewarded after a few minutes with her practically screaming as she reaches her climax, her body falls limp on the kiosk afterwards.

"What," she eventually manages to speak, "did you do to me?"

"It's what I do to good girls who please me." You answer vaguely, "and you've been a good girl."

"I've been a good girl!" She repeats, a labored smile on her face.

"And for being good," you continue, "I'll let you stay the night in my house."

"Really?" She asks, getting up from the kiosk and hopping to her feet, "Thank you Mister..."

You chuckle as you realize you did all that and she doesn't even know your name. You notice her have a pensive look and you raise an eyebrow.

"Something on your mind, Jennifer?"

"Well," she answers, "It's just... can you take these off?"

She turns around and shows you her cuffed wrists.