She deserves honesty

“I would never hurt you, Alison.” I do my best to assure her.

“Oh I know that, Mr. P,” Alison nervous laughter fills the kitchen, “You're one of the nicest men I know, but we're talking about fantasies. You said everyone has them, right?” With a sigh, I nod my head in defeat. After what she shared with me last night the least I can do is be honest with her.

“OK, Mr. Patterson.” She leans forward over her dessert plate as she grills me. “Let's assume that you're not as nice as you pretend to be. I want to know about your deepest darkest fantasies. If for some reason you had a **** young woman completely under your control, what would you do with her?”

“What do you mean completely under my control?”

“Imagine you are some kind of mafia mobster, and one of your trusted lieutenants turns out to be an FBI informant.” Alison takes a delicate sip of her coffee before she spins the scenario. “Because of his betrayal, a whole section of your operation is compromised - no even worse than that, your son is arrested and put in jail.” Now it is my turn to take a gulp of the coffee as Alison continues. “The man and his family are whisked away into a witness protection program, but your men snatch his pretty daughter from her college dorm before the FBI can get her to safety.”

“I see.” Even as I stall for time I wonder where my sweet young tenant comes up with these dark fantasies of hers. “That would be pretty much completely under my control.” I sit back and study her for almost a full minute before I give in. “All right, what exactly is it that you want to know?” I see just a hint of a smile before she takes on a serious pose and studies me like a teacher grilling a tardy student.

“Tell me exactly what you'd do with that innocent young woman.”

“You mean would I have sex with her?” Somehow I have completely lost control of this conversation.

“I think we both know the answer to that, Mr. P.” Alison shakes her head disapprovingly, “What I want to know is, as a man, what turns you on more? Would you prefer to overpower your helpless captive as she struggles and fights you, or if you'd rather have her meek and compliant as you punish her for her father's betrayal?” I start to protest, but she cuts me off with a raised eye-brow, and I grin back ruefully knowing that she has my number.

“Somewhere in the middle I guess.” I speak slowly thinking over the implications of what I am saying. “I wouldn't ever want to beat the poor girl into submission, but I don't want someone just laying under me crying softly as I take her.” Alison licks her lips delicately leaving a sheen on them that makes them even more kissable. Her undisguised interest encourages me to elaborate with unexpected honesty. “The ideal would be to have her struggle and protest until it is clear that I am too strong for her and then as I spread her legs she pleads with me to be merciful.”

“And would you give her mercy?” Alison is unable to hide her excitement. “Remember, this is the sheltered daughter of a powerful mafioso family, I doubt she's had any real experience with boys.”

“Well, I don't know if it is merciful,” I chuckle softly, “It wouldn't be quick. I'd take my time, forcing my cock into her slowly, making the moment of her first surrender last for as long as possible.” I can see her squirm at my descriptive explanation. “Oh and I'd film the whole thing and send it to her parents so they could watch their daughter's cherry being popped over and over again.”

“You see?” Alison's expressive eyes meet mine without flinching, “you could be a cruel, cruel man if you wanted to be.” We sit in silence watching each other for any sign like poker players at the final table of a WPT event.