just like that, in those exact words.”
“Hugo!” She whines, her voice laced with amusement. “This is supposed to be serious, possibly the only serious conversation we will ever have, because it’s about sex. And if there’s one thing you know, it’s sex.”
I bob my head in acknowledgement. “I do know sex.”
“So?”
I sigh. “Okay. Seduce me.”
“What?!”
“Seduce. Me. Imagine you want to get me into bed, and I’m not…well me.”
She stares down at Gary for a second. “I don’t know how.” She says sheepishly. “I’ve never had to seduce anyone, they’ve just…you know.” She admits.
“Just get your tits out.” I say, trying not to laugh.
She cocks an eyebrow. “Really Hugo?”
Now I do laugh. “Yeah, you’re right. You don’t have any tits to get out.”
She huffs and crosses her arms over her chest. “You done? I need help, not abuse you arse.”
“Okay, so think sexy. Act like you own me.” I tell her. “Come on, get up.” She glances at me nervously, and moves Gaz, propping him on a cushion in replacement of her lap. He doesn’t look happy about the substitute.
She stands and smooth’s down her skirt. She bites her bottom lip, and fidgets. “No. Stop. Look at me.” She does, her baby blue eyes flicking to mine. “Remember, you own me. Don’t shy away.” Molly is a rare creature. Classy, possibly even leaning toward demure on the outside, a people pleaser I guess, but there’s another side to her. The side that tells me to go fuck myself, and can put an unreasonable Lilly back in her box. Then there’s this secret corner of her personality that only comes out under duress, the sexy side of her that loves to be called a dirty whore, and held down whilst she’s fucked from behind. That side is fucking irresistible, and it totally blind sided me. Molly can be seductive and flirtatious, and she can be downright dirty, but she’s a good girl through and through, until you get her naked. Then she’s an animal, and the animal in me is drawn to her sordid corruption like a magnet. She is the perfect fucking woman.
I see her for what she is, but the doctor…well, he’s only seeing the demure good girl. If he saw what I see, he wouldn’t be trying to be respectful. He’d give her what she wants.
I watch her closely as she takes a step towards me. I stand and close the distance between us, wrapping my hand around the back of her neck and pulling her up against my chest. Her breath hitches as her fingers grip my biceps through my shirt. Her eyes darken as lust starts to swirl through them. I almost groan. I never could resist that look in her eyes.
“Own me.” I whisper roughly against her cheek. Then I force myself to release her and sit back down.
She narrows her eyes at me, and flicks her hair over one shoulder. She closes the distance to me again, but her steps are more lithe, more sexual this time. Her eyes are smouldering with intent, and it makes my cock leap to attention. She moves her fingers to her shirt, undoing another button, very slowly, drawing my eyes down her body.
She comes to a stop in front of me and bends over, until her face is close to mine. “You want me to own you Hugo?” She whispers. I smile, and nod once, wordlessly. She traces her fingers over my neck, her touch feather light. My skin breaks out in goose bumps. I inhale the scent of her perfume, as she invades every single one of my senses.
She ducks her head to my neck, and I can feel her hot breath caressing my skin. My body tightens like a coiled spring. Her lips are so close, and yet she never actually touches me with them.
“Do you feel owned yet?” She whispers, her lips hovering over mine.
“I’ll never be owned.” I grate back at her. “But, I really want to fuck you, if it’s any consolation.”
She pulls back and smirks. “Wow, the whore who will fuck anything, wants to fuck me. High praise Hugo.” She takes a step away from me, but she’s visibly
“Hugo!” She whines, her voice laced with amusement. “This is supposed to be serious, possibly the only serious conversation we will ever have, because it’s about sex. And if there’s one thing you know, it’s sex.”
I bob my head in acknowledgement. “I do know sex.”
“So?”
I sigh. “Okay. Seduce me.”
“What?!”
“Seduce. Me. Imagine you want to get me into bed, and I’m not…well me.”
She stares down at Gary for a second. “I don’t know how.” She says sheepishly. “I’ve never had to seduce anyone, they’ve just…you know.” She admits.
“Just get your tits out.” I say, trying not to laugh.
She cocks an eyebrow. “Really Hugo?”
Now I do laugh. “Yeah, you’re right. You don’t have any tits to get out.”
She huffs and crosses her arms over her chest. “You done? I need help, not abuse you arse.”
“Okay, so think sexy. Act like you own me.” I tell her. “Come on, get up.” She glances at me nervously, and moves Gaz, propping him on a cushion in replacement of her lap. He doesn’t look happy about the substitute.
She stands and smooth’s down her skirt. She bites her bottom lip, and fidgets. “No. Stop. Look at me.” She does, her baby blue eyes flicking to mine. “Remember, you own me. Don’t shy away.” Molly is a rare creature. Classy, possibly even leaning toward demure on the outside, a people pleaser I guess, but there’s another side to her. The side that tells me to go fuck myself, and can put an unreasonable Lilly back in her box. Then there’s this secret corner of her personality that only comes out under duress, the sexy side of her that loves to be called a dirty whore, and held down whilst she’s fucked from behind. That side is fucking irresistible, and it totally blind sided me. Molly can be seductive and flirtatious, and she can be downright dirty, but she’s a good girl through and through, until you get her naked. Then she’s an animal, and the animal in me is drawn to her sordid corruption like a magnet. She is the perfect fucking woman.
I see her for what she is, but the doctor…well, he’s only seeing the demure good girl. If he saw what I see, he wouldn’t be trying to be respectful. He’d give her what she wants.
I watch her closely as she takes a step towards me. I stand and close the distance between us, wrapping my hand around the back of her neck and pulling her up against my chest. Her breath hitches as her fingers grip my biceps through my shirt. Her eyes darken as lust starts to swirl through them. I almost groan. I never could resist that look in her eyes.
“Own me.” I whisper roughly against her cheek. Then I force myself to release her and sit back down.
She narrows her eyes at me, and flicks her hair over one shoulder. She closes the distance to me again, but her steps are more lithe, more sexual this time. Her eyes are smouldering with intent, and it makes my cock leap to attention. She moves her fingers to her shirt, undoing another button, very slowly, drawing my eyes down her body.
She comes to a stop in front of me and bends over, until her face is close to mine. “You want me to own you Hugo?” She whispers. I smile, and nod once, wordlessly. She traces her fingers over my neck, her touch feather light. My skin breaks out in goose bumps. I inhale the scent of her perfume, as she invades every single one of my senses.
She ducks her head to my neck, and I can feel her hot breath caressing my skin. My body tightens like a coiled spring. Her lips are so close, and yet she never actually touches me with them.
“Do you feel owned yet?” She whispers, her lips hovering over mine.
“I’ll never be owned.” I grate back at her. “But, I really want to fuck you, if it’s any consolation.”
She pulls back and smirks. “Wow, the whore who will fuck anything, wants to fuck me. High praise Hugo.” She takes a step away from me, but she’s visibly
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