She deserves the truth

“I would never hurt you, Alison.” I do my best to assure her.

“Oh, I know that Mr. P,” Alison laughter fills the nighttime quiet, “Under that gruff exterior, you're one of the nicest men I know, but we're talking about fantasies. You said everyone has them, right?” With a sigh, I nod my head in defeat. After what she shared with me last night, the least I can do is be honest with her.

“OK, Mr. Patterson.” She leans forward so her hair forms a curtain between us and the rest of the world. “I want to know about your deepest darkest fantasies, not what you'd actually do, but what you'd want to. Suppose you had an innocent young woman completely under your control, what would you do with her?”

“What do you mean completely under my control?”

“You were a teacher, right? What if you caught the President of the National Honor Society cheating on her final exam?” This is a little closer to some of your actual fantasies than you are comfortable with. “Imagine that you know this goody-two-shoes would do anything to keep her reputation clean so she can go to Harvard like her father.” Alison takes a deep breath before she spins the scenario. “She agrees to meet you in secret; no one knows you have her, and no one even expects to hear from her for a full week.” Now it is my turn take a deep breath as Alison continues. “What if this is the youngest daughter of the district superintendent, the very man that blocked your promotion to Vice-Principal and ruined your career.”

“I see.” Even as I stall for time I wonder where my sweet young tenant comes up with these dark fantasies of hers. “But what about when my week is up, what if she decides to go to the cops?”

Alison's look of disdain says it all. I lay back on the pillow for almost a full minute before I give in. “All right, what exactly is it that you want to know?” I see just a hint of a smile before she takes on a serious pose and studies me like a teacher grilling a tardy student.

“Tell me exactly what you'd do with that **** Honor Roll student when you get her alone.”

“You mean would I have sex with her?” Somehow, I have completely lost control of this conversation.

“I think we both know the answer to that, Mr. P.” Alison shakes her head disapprovingly, “What I want to know is what kind of victim you'd want her to be. Would you prefer a defiant captive to overpower as she struggles and fights you, or would you rather have her be meek and compliant as you punish her for her cheating?” I start to protest, but she cuts me off with a raised eyebrow, and I grin back ruefully knowing that she has my number.

“Somewhere in the middle I guess.” I speak slowly, thinking over the implications of what I am saying. “I wouldn't want to have to beat the poor girl into submission, but I don't want someone just lying under me crying softly as I take her.” Alison licks her lips delicately leaving a sheen on them that makes them even more kissable. Her undisguised interest encourages me to elaborate with unexpected honesty. “The ideal would be to have her struggle and protest until it is clear that I am too strong for her. Once she is no longer fighting, I'd tie her hands to the bedstead over her head so I can take my time.” By now I'm getting into this little fantasy of hers and I can think of several students that I secretly would have liked to have tied down just like this. “She'd still be **** when I spread her legs, she'd plead with me to stop, and when it becomes clear that's not going to happen, she'd beg me to be gentle.”

“And would you be gentle?” Alison is unable to hide her excitement. “Remember, this is the cheating daughter of the man who ruined you.” She licks her lips like a cat whose just had a bowl of cream. “A studious good-girl like that, you just know she's never even kissed a boy.”

“Well, I'd have a lot to teach her then.” I chuckle softly, “It wouldn't be quick. I'd take my time, but you can be sure that eventually I be forcing my cock into her tight little snatch. I'd make that moment of her first surrender last for as long as possible.” I can see Alison squirm at my descriptive explanation. “Oh, and I'd film the whole thing, especially the key moment when I pop her cherry and she squeals in pain.” I see Alison's confusion, so I explain why I'd want it recorded. “I'd threaten to post it on the internet and send it to her parents if she ever tried to turn on me. And of course, I'd keep a copy so I could watch their daughter's deflowering over and over again.”

“You see?” Alison's expressive eyes meet mine without flinching, “you could be a cruel, cruel man if you wanted to be.” We lay in silence watching each other for any tell like poker players at the final table of a WPT event.