in anticipation.
“Ummm, I seem to have on nothing but panties,” I murmured.
“Panties...yes, you put them back on just before you passed out while mumbling something that sounded like ‘good girls always wear panties.’” He laughed quietly.
“Ah, more Stone wisdom, I’m afraid,” I moaned.
“Don’t be afraid,” he said seriously, turning my words on me. “Just take those panties off.”
“Why?” I asked. Even though I was alone, I was too shy to be naked. God, my upbringing was killing me.
“Don’t question me, Willow,” he warned. “We have an agreement, remember?”
His words stung. Without answering, I pulled my black panties off and let them land on the floor beside the bed. “Done,” I mumbled. “No panties.”
“Good,” he said as his voice caressed me through the phone. “Now grab the remote off the nightstand.” His voice was sexy, yet firm. This man was not going to accept any refusal from me. For some reason, I found that to be both incredibly exciting and frightening. “Trust me, Willow,” he said, interrupting my thoughts as I moved to complete his assigned task. “I would never hurt you, never embarrass or humiliate you. My job is to make what feels completely foreign and unnatural to you, soon feel completely natural and comfortable. If you want this column, you need to be able to talk about all of this, right?”
Shyly, I nodded my head as I hit the power button on the remote. Then I realized there was a sticky note on the back. Flipping it over, I read the instructions and began to complete them one by one until the Blu-Ray player was humming to life and a porn popped up on the screen. Inhaling sharply, I realized that while I was shocked, I was also fascinated.
“Doll, I can’t hear your head nod. Are you with me?”
The playful tone had returned to his voice, making me laugh as I responded. “Yes, Wyatt, I want this column and I trust you.” As soon as the words escaped my lips, I realized that I really did. I trusted him. How was that possible? Being a Stone, I had been trained to not even truly trust the members of my family. Instead, we were taught to question everyone and everything, to discern the underlying reason for each and every action. Oh, but for some reason, I trusted him . Before I could give this more consideration, he was speaking.
“What’s happening on the movie, Willow?” His voice soothed me while drawing my attention back to the topic.
“Umm...there’s a guy and a girl in a cabin. There’s a fire burning. It’s a really pretty cabin…” My voice trailed off. In the very next moment, the guy had stripped the girl and she was on her knees in front of him, unzipping his pants, releasing his enormous penis. Maybe Wyatt really wasn’t being humble. Maybe he was only average because this guy...this porn star...was HUGE.
“Describe what they are doing. You can do this,” he said encouragingly. Just as I was about to open my mouth and do as he had requested, he upped the ante. “And...I want you to touch yourself while you watch and tell me what’s happening. Pretend it’s me touching you because just as soon as I get back there, it will be. We’ll recreate this movie.”
Shivers. That announcement gave me goose bumps and shivers and made me crave that closeness more than I ever imagined I would. The night before...though so mixed up in my mind due to being drugged...was still special to me. How could I ever confuse the affection, attention, and care Wyatt gave?
“What’s happening now, doll?” He asked lazily in a way that had me imagining him playing with one of my breasts.
Without hesitation, I reached up and grabbed my already erect nipple. Soon, I was tugging on it while my eyes were glued to the action on the screen. “She’s giving him a blow job, I guess,” I said quietly as if my speaking was going to somehow interrupt the movie.
“You guess?” He asked. “Oh, you’ve never given one…”
“Ummm, I seem to have on nothing but panties,” I murmured.
“Panties...yes, you put them back on just before you passed out while mumbling something that sounded like ‘good girls always wear panties.’” He laughed quietly.
“Ah, more Stone wisdom, I’m afraid,” I moaned.
“Don’t be afraid,” he said seriously, turning my words on me. “Just take those panties off.”
“Why?” I asked. Even though I was alone, I was too shy to be naked. God, my upbringing was killing me.
“Don’t question me, Willow,” he warned. “We have an agreement, remember?”
His words stung. Without answering, I pulled my black panties off and let them land on the floor beside the bed. “Done,” I mumbled. “No panties.”
“Good,” he said as his voice caressed me through the phone. “Now grab the remote off the nightstand.” His voice was sexy, yet firm. This man was not going to accept any refusal from me. For some reason, I found that to be both incredibly exciting and frightening. “Trust me, Willow,” he said, interrupting my thoughts as I moved to complete his assigned task. “I would never hurt you, never embarrass or humiliate you. My job is to make what feels completely foreign and unnatural to you, soon feel completely natural and comfortable. If you want this column, you need to be able to talk about all of this, right?”
Shyly, I nodded my head as I hit the power button on the remote. Then I realized there was a sticky note on the back. Flipping it over, I read the instructions and began to complete them one by one until the Blu-Ray player was humming to life and a porn popped up on the screen. Inhaling sharply, I realized that while I was shocked, I was also fascinated.
“Doll, I can’t hear your head nod. Are you with me?”
The playful tone had returned to his voice, making me laugh as I responded. “Yes, Wyatt, I want this column and I trust you.” As soon as the words escaped my lips, I realized that I really did. I trusted him. How was that possible? Being a Stone, I had been trained to not even truly trust the members of my family. Instead, we were taught to question everyone and everything, to discern the underlying reason for each and every action. Oh, but for some reason, I trusted him . Before I could give this more consideration, he was speaking.
“What’s happening on the movie, Willow?” His voice soothed me while drawing my attention back to the topic.
“Umm...there’s a guy and a girl in a cabin. There’s a fire burning. It’s a really pretty cabin…” My voice trailed off. In the very next moment, the guy had stripped the girl and she was on her knees in front of him, unzipping his pants, releasing his enormous penis. Maybe Wyatt really wasn’t being humble. Maybe he was only average because this guy...this porn star...was HUGE.
“Describe what they are doing. You can do this,” he said encouragingly. Just as I was about to open my mouth and do as he had requested, he upped the ante. “And...I want you to touch yourself while you watch and tell me what’s happening. Pretend it’s me touching you because just as soon as I get back there, it will be. We’ll recreate this movie.”
Shivers. That announcement gave me goose bumps and shivers and made me crave that closeness more than I ever imagined I would. The night before...though so mixed up in my mind due to being drugged...was still special to me. How could I ever confuse the affection, attention, and care Wyatt gave?
“What’s happening now, doll?” He asked lazily in a way that had me imagining him playing with one of my breasts.
Without hesitation, I reached up and grabbed my already erect nipple. Soon, I was tugging on it while my eyes were glued to the action on the screen. “She’s giving him a blow job, I guess,” I said quietly as if my speaking was going to somehow interrupt the movie.
“You guess?” He asked. “Oh, you’ve never given one…”
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