Wait a couple of days

Walking away from Alison as she whimpered and shuddered on her bed is one of the hardest things I've ever done. Two things influenced my decision. First of all, my doctor's appointment wasn't until Wednesday, and I'd be much better prepared to put Alison through her paces once I visited the pharmacy. Also, from what I could discern from that brief moment of voyeurism, my young tenant could bring herself close to a climax, she couldn't quite cross the finish line. In effect, the longer I wait the more frustrated she'll get and the more eager she'll be when the time comes for me to make my move.

The next day, I added a pair of dark stockings to my shopping cart. If the bored cashier found the purchase odd, she didn't give any indication of it. Two aisles over was a divorcee who had been flirting with me for the past year, and I could only image what she might have thought if I had checked out with her. At the hardware store, I bought twenty feet of a 1/2-inch braided rope that I chose mostly because of how pliable and smooth it was. The final item I got after a long overdue visit to my family doctor. Dr. Williams has been our family doctor for over twenty years now and she was both pleased and a little curious about my sudden desire for medication. 'Fran would want this, Pat, I know she would.' she told me as the exam was wrapping up. I wonder if she'd feel that way if she knew that I wanted these pills so I could keep up with my teenaged tenant that I was fucking because she didn't have money to pay her rent.

With my preparations complete all I had to do was wait. As we ate dinner together Wednesday night it became clear that Alison had been working on her reading assignment.

“I finished the Arakis book, Mr. P.” She licks her lips nervously, “I've read most of the Gor book too, but honestly parts of it were pretty boring.” I nodded my understanding.

“Yeah Norman can go on and on sometimes.” I grin at her mischievously, “I usually skip those parts.” Remembering how I found her squirming on her bed the other night I decided to turn the conversation back to the book that got her so excited. “So you liked Sparrowhawk better?” The twitch of a smile in Alison's face confirms what I already knew.

“I guess.” She bites her lower lip before correcting herself. “No, scratch the guess part, I definitely liked it better.” Her expressive eyes lift to meet mine, “It was almost like a fairytale with nobleborn ladies, coarse pirates, and savage barbarians - oh and those wicked slavers.” Alison hesitates for a moment poking at her raviolis with her fork, “I'd be so scared if I was snatched by one of those men.” She might be terrified, but I knew enough of my tenant's secret fantasies to know that she'd be creaming her panties too.

“That's what I want to do this weekend, Angle.” I tell her as she fidgets in her seat. “Like I told you on Monday, I want to pluck you from your sheltered life and carry you off into slavery.” I find I am as excited by this as Alison seems to be. “Would you rather have me hunt for you as Alison here on Earth or as an innocent highborn lady on Akkadis to capture and break?”

“Oh my goodness!” Alison's gasp tells me all I need to know. “I don't know. What you'd do with your new **** once you captured her?” Her breathing is rapid and shallow, and I see the color in her cheeks; this young woman has it bad. “Would you bind me in chains?” Her gaze drops for a second but her hand reaches across the table to clasp my arm tightly. “Or tear off my clothes while I was still in my own apartment? You could you throw me onto my bed and **** my legs apart to make it clear how I'll have to serve you as your ****?”

“I might do that,” I chuckle as I push my chair back and carry my plate to the sink, “or I might wait until I had you someplace safer where I could take my time and really make you suffer.”

“I wouldn't be able to stop you,” Alison crosses her wrists and lifts them high over her head, “not if my wrists were tightly chained. All I could do was hope you don't violate me ... beg you not to ruin me with your massive cock ... plead with you to be gentle with me.”

The implied invitation is difficult to ignore.