That's what Alison wants to know

"Are you still good with this, Alison?" I break the tense mood of the moment to make sure that I haven't gone too far. I should have known that my adventurous tenant is far more ready for this type of **** scenario than I am.

"Of course, Mr. P. This is your fantasy, remember?" Alison pulls experimentally on the bindings of her wrists and ankles; the cords allow a little play, but not enough for her to close her legs. "How intense do you want to make this, Sir?" The smile on her pretty face makes me want to fuck the shit out of her right now, but her next question makes me think. "We know sweet Miss Miller is a innocent virgin, but the question I have is how quickly you want her to respond?"

"How quickly?" I ask a little confused by Alison's query, "I want to blow her mind and make her climax."

"Of course you do, Sir." Alison squirms in anticipation, "but do you want her to melt right away, or do you want her to beg and plead as you **** her to submit?" In spite of my best efforts to play this cool, my cock gives a little jump at the thought of 'forcing' this innocent schoolgirl." There is no point in hiding my reaction from Alison, the sexy little minx can read my face like a book. "I thought so, Mr. P." Alison wiggles in anticipation, "I know you don't like to use the word '****', but that is what this is going to be. I'll pretend to thrash and sob as I realize that you're planning on taking me, and you can live out that wicked fantasy of **** an innocent virgin schoolgirl."

"I don't kno-"

"Shut up, Mr. P, and come take what's yours." Alison closes her eyes for a second, and when she opens them again, she is once more the innocent virgin that I **** into this position. Strapped naked to a bed, with a man older than her father about to have his way with her. "No! Please, Sir, I swear I'll never send sexts again." Her slender body twists in a vain attempt to turn away from me, but the bindings keep her from rolling over. "Please ... Mr. Patterson, you can't do this!"

But the truth of the matter was I could do this and in fact I very much wanted to. As I pulled off my clothes, I paused periodically to trace my finger along Alison's naked body as she thrashed and pulled at the restraints. Each little twitch and whimper only made me want her more.

"I bet you're nice and tight, Miss Miller, aren't you?" I asked as I traced the folds of her slick petals, "I bet you're going to squeal like a wildcat caught by a big tom, aren't you?" Alison's eyes flash with excitement as she picks up on what I want.

"Please, Sir!" Her voice rose to a slightly higher pitch, "you're too big ... Oh dear Lord in Heaven, you're going to ruin me!"