ignoring her question. “Do you think I am a wild animal?”
“ Of course not,” he said quickly, adamantly, turning his back towards her as he pressed his hand to the front of his pants, gasping in pain as he did so. The muscles of his back were taut as he admitted, “I usually have much better control and yet denying you is going to kill me.”
“ Then don’t deny me,” she asked, softly putting a hand on the middle of his back and feeling him stiffen at her touch. “It’s like I said, no one else need ever know.”
“ If I gave into you even once anyone with eyes would be able to take one look at me and know,” he vowed fervently. He turned around to face her so that her hand was over his heart and she felt it thumping rapidly beneath her palm. Putting his hand over hers, his voice was guttural as he pleaded, “Give me back my sanity, Lexi; release me from your spell.”
His words were a slap to her a face and an ocean of cold water to her libido and she stumbled backwards, her desire and fantasies crashing to the floor and shattering into a million pieces. Did she do this to him with her… Siren-ness? Did she turn a sane, rational man into a slavering beast, ready to give up all of his principles to satisfy her whims? Pressing her hand against the vomiting butterflies in her stomach, she turned her back to him and in a voice that lacked emotion, she whispered, “I think you should go.”
“ Lexi,” he asked, compassion making her heart crumble to dust. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
“ Out,” she repeated with a little more volume, pointing her finger to the door, unable to face him knowing what she did to him, what she was doing to him.
He walked over to the door, pausing with his back towards her, “I didn’t expect to see you here and I let my… baser feelings control me. Forgive me, Lexi. Miss Darling.
With that he left, leaving Lexi swimming in doubts and fears that she truly was a Siren and her entire brief relationship with Duncan was false, based upon her own lust and desire. He didn’t really want her at all but he somehow couldn’t help himself. Thank God they hadn’t had sex because it would have been rape on her part; it couldn’t be considered consensual if he wasn’t in control of his actions. Leaning against the closed door, she slid to the floor, burying her head in her hands and laughing at the tragedy of being a Siren, of lusting after men and never knowing if they lust the offered in return was genuine or manufactured.
But she owed Duncan – Mr. Tremain – an apology; she was going to have to go to his office and offer one.
She was just going to take a few moments to compose herself. She’d ignore the Siren’s demand for sex with Duncan – Mr. Tremain – and respect his wishes. And then she’d learn how to suppress the Siren bitch so she'd never put another man into such a compromising situation again.
She groaned, feeling the pressure low in her belly demanding release. Knowing she had to apologize sooner rather than later and knowing that if she went up there while her body was so close to the edge she’d do something unforgiveable. She'd just take a few minutes to herself; the Siren wasn’t going to win.
Closing her eyes, she slid her finger beneath the elastic of her panties, touching her swollen flesh. She was wet, wetter than she knew possible, and her fingers slid over the folds of her sex. With thoughts of Duncan wreaking havoc on her body it didn't take much to get her off.
*****
Duncan stood in the middle of his personal bathroom, cleaning the sticky mess from his hand and glaring at the image reflected back at him. He was thirty-three years old, what the hell was he doing jerking off in the boys’ room like an adolescent getting his first glimpse of a skin magazine? What the hell had he been thinking, chasing Lexi down and cornering her in the office where there was no one around to stop him from making a fool of himself?
If you
“ Of course not,” he said quickly, adamantly, turning his back towards her as he pressed his hand to the front of his pants, gasping in pain as he did so. The muscles of his back were taut as he admitted, “I usually have much better control and yet denying you is going to kill me.”
“ Then don’t deny me,” she asked, softly putting a hand on the middle of his back and feeling him stiffen at her touch. “It’s like I said, no one else need ever know.”
“ If I gave into you even once anyone with eyes would be able to take one look at me and know,” he vowed fervently. He turned around to face her so that her hand was over his heart and she felt it thumping rapidly beneath her palm. Putting his hand over hers, his voice was guttural as he pleaded, “Give me back my sanity, Lexi; release me from your spell.”
His words were a slap to her a face and an ocean of cold water to her libido and she stumbled backwards, her desire and fantasies crashing to the floor and shattering into a million pieces. Did she do this to him with her… Siren-ness? Did she turn a sane, rational man into a slavering beast, ready to give up all of his principles to satisfy her whims? Pressing her hand against the vomiting butterflies in her stomach, she turned her back to him and in a voice that lacked emotion, she whispered, “I think you should go.”
“ Lexi,” he asked, compassion making her heart crumble to dust. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
“ Out,” she repeated with a little more volume, pointing her finger to the door, unable to face him knowing what she did to him, what she was doing to him.
He walked over to the door, pausing with his back towards her, “I didn’t expect to see you here and I let my… baser feelings control me. Forgive me, Lexi. Miss Darling.
With that he left, leaving Lexi swimming in doubts and fears that she truly was a Siren and her entire brief relationship with Duncan was false, based upon her own lust and desire. He didn’t really want her at all but he somehow couldn’t help himself. Thank God they hadn’t had sex because it would have been rape on her part; it couldn’t be considered consensual if he wasn’t in control of his actions. Leaning against the closed door, she slid to the floor, burying her head in her hands and laughing at the tragedy of being a Siren, of lusting after men and never knowing if they lust the offered in return was genuine or manufactured.
But she owed Duncan – Mr. Tremain – an apology; she was going to have to go to his office and offer one.
She was just going to take a few moments to compose herself. She’d ignore the Siren’s demand for sex with Duncan – Mr. Tremain – and respect his wishes. And then she’d learn how to suppress the Siren bitch so she'd never put another man into such a compromising situation again.
She groaned, feeling the pressure low in her belly demanding release. Knowing she had to apologize sooner rather than later and knowing that if she went up there while her body was so close to the edge she’d do something unforgiveable. She'd just take a few minutes to herself; the Siren wasn’t going to win.
Closing her eyes, she slid her finger beneath the elastic of her panties, touching her swollen flesh. She was wet, wetter than she knew possible, and her fingers slid over the folds of her sex. With thoughts of Duncan wreaking havoc on her body it didn't take much to get her off.
*****
Duncan stood in the middle of his personal bathroom, cleaning the sticky mess from his hand and glaring at the image reflected back at him. He was thirty-three years old, what the hell was he doing jerking off in the boys’ room like an adolescent getting his first glimpse of a skin magazine? What the hell had he been thinking, chasing Lexi down and cornering her in the office where there was no one around to stop him from making a fool of himself?
If you
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