Villain

She took a moment to consider. I watched as a mischievous smile grew. When she looked back at me, there was a burning passion in her eyes.

“I think I may have gotten myself captured.”

For a second, my mind blanked as I watched her with that wicked smile of hers. She was giving me an expectant look, and I felt the fear inside me whisper, fanning the flames of insecurity. Was I really doing this? How far did she want to go? What if I fucked something up? This whole situation was ridiculous. She couldn’t possibly be enjoying it. I should stop and—

I banished the thoughts with a breath. If she wasn’t enjoying herself, would she be looking at me like that? Besides, how was this any more embarrassing than that idiotic pants dance I did a few weeks back? I looked down at the floor.

Reaching back over a year, I channeled an old character the group had fought long ago. I took a step forward, raising my head to look at Kaylee. There was curiosity on her face as she watched me. “Ah, if it isn’t the dear Princess. Come to beg for the life of your fiancee?”

I expected her to hesitate, or break into laughter. To my surprise, she was instantly in character. “Is he alright? I demand to see him!” It was me who fumbled, stunned by the passion in her voice and force of her gaze.

“Of course he is alright. I have no desire to hurt him. No, my goal has always been on a larger prize…” I took another step towards her. At the same time, I ran my eyes over her and ran my tongue across my lips.

She clutched her chest tightly, looking disgusted. Holy shit. She was nailing it. Why wasn’t she in drama? “Fiend. You have no right to look upon me with such lustful eyes!” Okay, that was a bit over the top maybe.

“Perhaps you do not understand the situation, Princess. You stand before the man who holds the life of your beloved in his hands.” She looked like someone wavering, so I pushed ahead. “With a simple word…” I drew a finger across my throat.

“No!” she gasped. “Please! I will do anything!”

Cackling evilly, I approached her. “Oh, I already know that.”

Reaching out, I ran my hand against her arm. The moment my fingers touched her, she flinched away. It was so realistic, I quickly stopped. She looked on the verge of tears.

“Kaylee?”

Suddenly, it was gone. She blinked at me in confusion. “Why are you stopping?”

“Uh… I thought—”

“Don’t stop! This is great!” Her eyes lit up. “Oh! We should have a safe word. Never had to have one before, but…” She thought for a second. “Eclipse!”

“Why eclipse?”

She frowned. “I’m pretty sure I got that question wrong on our physics exam.” Her frown deepened before she shook her head. A few seconds later, she was smiling again. “And don’t be afraid to get a bit rough, okay?” Nodding in encouragement, she closed her eyes. Taking a few deep breaths, when she opened her eyes again, the frightened woman was back. She looked so vulnerable, clutching herself as she tried to turn away from me.

I reached out.

“Don’t touch me!” she said, shoving me. Not expecting it, I stumbled, nearly tripping over my feet and falling on my ass. So it was going to be like that?

Composing myself, I did my best to put an angry face as I stomped towards her. Raising my hand, I backhanded her. Unfortunately, I used a little too much force and I hit her with a loud smack. I was instantly in a panic as she stumbled over to my bed, falling atop it. I was near faint as I rushed over to her. She glared up at me, hatred in her eyes as she held her sore cheek with her hand. I opened my mouth to apologize, but saw her wink before going back to her glare. That meant she was okay, right? She hadn’t said the safe word, but still… That had been a pretty hard hit. I hadn’t meant to hit her so hard.

“Violence isn’t going to break me,” she said, lifting her chin defiantly. “No matter what you do, I will never surrender myself to you.”

She was okay. I had to trust her. If she wasn’t using the safe word, then I would continue. Diving deep, I brought out my inspiration and gave her a callous look. “Violence dear princess? No, I think not. I have a far more…effective… method in mind.”

Glancing at my desk, I found an unopened bottle of water. I was glad I didn’t move it when I was cleaning. I had brought it in when I was studying and forgot to drink it. Now, it was the perfect prop. Moving over, I grabbed it.

“W-what are you doing?” There was even a quiver in her voice as she spoke.

“This is a potion that I have spent many years perfecting.” I gave her a cruel smile. “You should feel honored, Princess. I made it especially for you.”

“If you think I’ll drink—” I didn’t let her finish. Straddling her, she made a token effort to fight me off. I could tell she wasn’t trying too hard, which was good. Despite our size difference, I wasn’t in that great a position. A simple push would send me backward off the bed. “No! No, stop!” I twisted the cap. Her resistance caused a bit to splash out, wetting the front of her flannel shirt.

“Drink, Princess, or your fiancee dies.”

Her body went rigid beneath me. There was hate in her eyes as I forced the bottle against her lips. She drank until she suddenly sputtered. I quickly pulled the bottle away. Shit. I had gotten too carried away. Kaylee coughed, water running down the sides of her face. I hesitated, waiting to see that she was okay. Regaining her composure, her eyes turned towards me. I wondered how much of that anger was legitimate. She remained silent, waiting to see what happened next.

Taking a deep breath, I set the bottle aside. “There now, Princess. Was that so bad?”

“What is that vile potion?”

I lifted my eyebrows, enjoying the current situation. I was straddled over her waist, pinning her to the bed. Lying back on the bed, she stared up at me. My eyes wandered over her motionless form. I paused at her chest as I watched it rise and fall with her breath. She appeared so helpless and vulnerable. God the thoughts running through my head right now. I was starting to get some blood flow diverted to my special area. Taking a deep breath, I pretended like I was enjoying my victory while I focused on banishing the erection before it could form.

Achieving control over myself, I focused my attention back on Kaylee. Reaching out, I gently pressed a finger against her exposed neck. From there, I trailed it down to the edge of her undershirt. Her skin was so smooth. “Can you feel that my lovely princess? That heat coursing through your body?”

There was no faking her reaction to the situation. Her face was flushed, lips parted as she stared up at me. Her red cheek made me feel a pang of guilt but seemed to cause her no discomfort. She was still trying to play the angry princess, but it was crumbling against the growing need for stimulation. I’d seen her with that look before. It was the look she gave me before leading Sean to bed. The one she gave me as Adam entered her. But there was no other man tonight. No hot stud that caught her attention. Today, she looked at me with all the intensity of a woman enraptured by what she was seeing, and she was seeing only me.

I think I was starting to understand what she had told me weeks ago. This wasn’t just about attraction and the desire for physical pleasure. That was certainly there, but when she looked at me, I could feel there was something more. I wanted to lean forward and kiss her. To take off her clothes and do everything I could to relay my feelings towards her. From the way she looked at me, I knew that was exactly what she wanted. She wanted me to take her more than anything. She was practically pleading for me.

Unfortunately for her, I was the villain.

“That is the potion beginning its work,” I whispered. My fingertips brushed against her skin as I circled them around the bare skin under her neck. Her entire body quivered as she took a shuttered breath. Reaching down, I began to unbutton the remainder of her flannel shirt. Brushing that aside, I tenderly pulled at her undershirt. My eyebrows rose as I slowly exposed her toned stomach. “Mmm,” I hummed softly. My fingertips brushed against the exposed skin. “What a delectable treat you are.” Kaylee had her eyes squeezed shut as she squirmed underneath me. She whimpered as I continued my tender torture. I’d never seen her like this, though that wasn’t saying much. She was enjoying it… right?

I continued to push the black shirt up, gradually exposing more of her. “What’s wrong, Princess? What happened to that fire? That resistance?” I ran my finger in a soft circle, enjoying the heat of her skin.

“F-f-fuck y-you,” she groaned.

God damn. It was hard to keep calm with her little moans and gasps. Then again, I don’t think she was in the mindset to even notice something like that.

I was getting more resistance with her shirt. It was getting bunched up under her breasts. Feeling my heart race, I forced it over them, revealing a lacy black bra. She clearly expected something to happen tonight. This was one of those, ‘dress to impress’ bras. I could see exposed skin through the black material, teasing me without actually showing the whole picture. Risque, but not obscene.

I stopped my slow draw across her hot skin. Leaning forward, I hovered over her. Slowly, she recovered enough to meet my eye. I could see the desire lurking there. I think she expected me to kiss her, but I refrained. Teasingly close, my breath tickled her lips as I peered into her lovely eyes. “What a naughty princess. Does your dear beloved know what you wear beneath your dress?” She whimpered. I saw her head lift as she went in for a kiss. I drew back, denying her. “Or perhaps… you wore it for me? Did you expect this to happen, Princess?” I ran a finger over her lip. She spread her lips and tried to suck on my finger.

Removing my hand from her face, I gently pushed at her bra so that it joined the bunched up cloth of her shirt. I could have paused to take them off, but there was something powerful about seeing her in this state. She was exposed but retained a sense that maybe this wasn’t entirely consensual. The only reason why I was comfortable was she was making it clear that she was very consenting.

I shifted on the bed, relieving some of the weight I was putting on her. I leaned forward so that my head was hovering between her breasts. “Princess, has your beloved fiancee done this to you?” She didn’t answer, her body quivering from my hand running along her stomach. “Answer me, Princess. Does your beloved touch you like this?”

“Y-yes,” she gasped out.

I blinked a few times, not expecting that answer. I glanced up at her, but she was too busy panting to notice me. Licking my lips, I focused my attention back at the tempting mounds mere inches away. I had seen them before, but never this close. From the small breasts that would easily fit in my palm to the small pink nipples that stood proudly, begging for attention, she was perfect. I knew some guys thought her breasts were small, even for her stature, but I wouldn’t change them for the world.

I pushed onward, or I would stare at them all night. “Hmm. I see. I suppose that is to be expected for one as exquisite as you.” My nerves were getting to me. Each time my fingers left her skin, I could feel them shake. I knew she was enjoying herself, but I feared it wasn’t enough. Was this how she always was? I needed to be better. I needed to prove to her that I could match—no—exceed any others. I was her boyfriend. I needed to be the best.

Turning my head, I focused on her left breast first. Tongue extended, I pressed it against the firm mount before running it slowly up towards her nipple. The effect was instant. A moan left her mouth, an actual moan, not the soft ones she had been doing until now. I didn’t let up as my tongue ran around the light pink surrounding her nipple. Everything being as gentle as I could be might have been in character, but to be honest, I was terrified of hurting her. She wasn’t going to break, but this was my first time doing anything like this and I couldn’t afford to fuck up now with some rookie mistake.

Don’t focus on the nipple like a dumbass virgin. You’d be surprised how many experienced guys just go after that nipple like it’s the fucking clitoris of the tit. Explore. See what she likes. Guys like seeing sideboob and underboob, right? Well, show them how much you love them!

It was disturbing hearing my sister's voice at a time like this, but she had called it. I’d gone after the nipple straight away. Forcing myself to break free, I kissed down the side of her breast. I alternated between kissing and my tongue as I traveled around. I used her moans to hone in on areas that got the greatest effect.

Lifting my free hand, I ran it across her other breast. It was firm against my fingers and I resisted the urge to squeeze, Paige’s chastising voice echoing in the back of my mind. Like my mouth, I didn’t immediately run to the nipple. I took my time, running my fingers lightly against the underside of her breast. I tested different pressures, enjoying the feeling of her breast against my fingers.

“Uuhh,” she moaned. “Oh god, Scott. Scott,” she whimpered.