She's to convince you

"You should report the ****," you say, testing her reaction. She stiffens in your arms, shaking her head in negation.

"I couldn't! Not now! Too much time has passed and they'd never believe me, and I didn't get a good look at him. But this note scares me....about going to the woods...like it was written by him...I'm so scared Mr. Sharp!" she hugs you tighter, turning her face up to you.

"You're safe here Chanel," you tell her softly, lowering your head to hers, kissing her gently. She gives a little gasping sob as your lips touch hers, then presses her soft mouth hungrily against you, her hot tongue flickering. You caress her back as you kiss her, her hands clutching desperately at you. You can taste the fear in her mouth and the desperation in her trembling body.

"Protect me Mr. Sharp," she murmurs, breaking the kiss and nuzzling her cheek against yours. "Please protect me."

"I can't protect you unless I know what I'm protecting you from," you answer softly, kissing her pretty ear.

"I don't know who's doing this," she murmurs softly, her lips warm against your cheek. "I don't. Please help me Mr. Sharp...please."

You lower her to the examination table, kissing her again and feeling her respond with warmth. You feel your cock stirring at her pliant response, your hands stroking up her slender body. She moans softly into your mouth, her hands pulling your closer. You're not sure if she's genuinely seeking your help or just trying to distract you from asking more questions, but you're willing to see how far she'll go.

When you cup her breast, squeezing it gently, she shudders and whimpers, her tongue flickering against yours as she arches her back to press herself against you. Her mouth is hot and delicious, and the scent and taste of her is intoxicating.

"You make me feel so much safer," she gasps, breaking the kiss and nuzzling your cheek, her hands stroking the back of your head. "I know you'll protect me Mr. Sharpe."

"Is protection all you want Chanel?" you ask softly, your hand leaving her breast and stroking down her trembling belly. She gives a purring moan and turns her mouth to yours, kissing your hungrily as she squirms at your touch. She bends her knees, holding you tighter as your hand reaches lower.

When you break the kiss and look down at her anxious face you see emotions chasing each other through her eyes. There is real fear, and deceit, and rising excitement in her face, all blending in a confusing mix in the pretty girl. You know she's using her body to distract you, and though you want to know what it is that is so important that protecting it overcomes her fear, you're willing to play along on the chance that she'll reveal something.

"You sweet silly girl," you say quietly, smiling fondly at her as your hand slides down her inner thigh. "It's not just protection you need, is it?"

"Oh Mr. Sharp I'm so scared," she moans softly, pulling your face to hers for another teasing and **** kiss as your fingers stroke her panty covered pussy and she parts her legs for your exploring hand.