Play with your food

Licking his lips James palmed the bulge in his pants.

"Cort, go in the kitchen...and get me the shears."

"No please don't do this James, please. " as she begged she was already waking into the kitchen.

She came back quickly, **** back a sob.

Taking the shears James opened and closed them letting her hear the swish of the blades rubbing together.

Grabbing the hem of her tank top in one motion he began to slice it up the middle from navel to neck. He used the tip of the blade to part the tank top, exposing her top completely.

James shook his head in delight running a hand down from her throat to her breasts. Taking one of those petite breasts in his hand he rolled the tiny pink nipple between his fingers.

"Puh....puh... Please James this is wrong so wrong. " her arms locked at her side she was helpless against him.

Though she couldn't move he could feel her mind struggling. And though outside she was begging inside she was like a rabid animal. Her mind snarled at and raged at being controlled and it wanted release. And he could see what she wanted to do with him if it was released.

He leaned forward, his hand sliding down her belly, the tips of his fingers just beginning to slide inside the waistband of her short.

"Cort...." He whispered, his lips just touching her ear, "I am NEVER letting you go. "

She wailed, but James did not stop her. He tightened his grip on her shorts and jerked her roughly,bending the shears go cut through her shorts.

His work almost done he stood back to admire it. Her split tank top hung on her loosely, concealing nothing. The remnants of her shorts pooled around her feet. All that remained was the thin white fabric of her thong. He changed that quickly, tossing the shears aside and roughly ripping the underwear off her body.

Her screams redoubled now that was completely naked.

"Quiet." He said, and she returned to quiet choked sobbing.

As he considered her body he liked her begging.

"Cort, you can speak. But quietly. No one wants to hear your shrieking. "

"I will kill you." She said, quietly.

James laughed, thought it was exaggerated. He moved forward tracing a line down her belly button to her pale shaved cunt.

"Courtney, I forbid you from EVER doing anything to hurt me. "

He began to rub his finger up and down her slit toying with her girlish cunt. A fresh set of tears wracked her body as her mind twisted around his order. And though she wanted to she knew that her mind would never let her rebel against this order. Overcome with humiliation of his probing finger she was helpless, absolutely helpless.

Keeping up his ministrations on her slit James began kissing her neck.

"It's time to do something you've had coming for a long time. Get on the sofa....slut."

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