Slowly ... oh so slowly.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me?” I chuckle softly at the fear in her expression, and when she hesitates, I make it clear that she has no real option. “Or am I going to have to **** your legs open?” This threat is all it takes to breach the last of her rebel pride.

“Don't hurt me.” The nervous sadness is perfect for a virgin about to be broken in by a demanding Union officer. "I'll do whatever you say.” I step closer to Alison and smile cruelly.

“Mmmm, excellent; you are going to be a good girl,” I loosen my hold on her hair, even gently tucking a thick strand of her smooth gold hair behind her ear, “very good, I expect.”

“I don't know what you want ... I've never been with a man. Not like this.”

“Really?” My hands move to the straps that are the last thing holding up her shift and when I slide them further down, she straightens her arms to let the shift fall in a ring around her delicate ankles hiding the blue slippers she is still wearing. Her hands do their best to hide her nearly naked body from me, but to me she looks even more fuckable than ever.

As she stands there trembling, I brush the back of my fingers through the tuft of sparse blonde curls on her mons. “I would have thought by now a pretty little filly like you would have had some dandy lift your skirts to get to this honey pot of yours.”

“Don't.” Alison's soft whisper wouldn't have stopped anyone, certainly not the lecherous Union officer intent on plundering this lovely prize. “I told you; no man has ever seen me unclothed.” I take another step towards where she waits with her eyes downcast, this time lifting my hand to cup the soft mound of her left breast. This time her gasp is a little louder, but she still makes no attempt to stop me.

“No boy ever got his hands into your bodice to squeeze these ripe peaches of yours?” Her head shakes silently even when I tighten my fingers into the soft flesh and thumb the puckered nub of her nipple firmly. “Are you sure? If I took you out to a dance, I'd be sure to steer you off to some dark corner and get a good feel of these pretty titties.”

“Stop it ... why are you doing this?” In spite of her whimpered protest and Alison's small hand on my wrist, I could feel the heat of her skin and her breathing was coming out in soft gasps. She was excited, and I couldn't wait much longer to move on to the main course, but there is on more area that needs to be explored. I reluctantly let go of her breast and rest my fingers on her lips.

“What about this lovely mouth?” I murmur softly like a trainer working with a skittish colt “Will I be the first man to taste these luscious lips of yours?” This time her head moves up and down no more than an inch, but I lick my lips in anticipation.

I get that it's all bullshit, but I don't care. To have a blank canvas like this to explore has always been one of my secret turn-ons. Fuck! The wicked things I want to do to this innocent Southern Belle should make me ashamed, but instead I am as hard as a rock less than an hour after my last climax.