The words made me shiver, and I couldn't help but lean into his touch, my body reacting to what he said even though I felt scared. "Mr. Harrison," I whispered, my voice shaking, "what are you going to do to me?"
He slowly moved between my legs, keeping his eyes on mine. The thin fabric of my chemise was all that separated us, and I could feel his heat through it. It was both scary and exciting, a mix of power and submission that I didn't fully understand but couldn't resist.
"You're so beautiful," he said softly, looking at my body. His hands grabbed the edges of my chemise, and with a gentle pull, he took it away. The fabric brushed against my skin, leaving me exposed.
I felt a rush of cold air, quickly replaced by the warmth of his gaze. His eyes moved over my body, lingering on spots where I knew he'd leave marks. "You're mine," he said, his voice deep. "Mine to enjoy, mine to punish."
His words sent a shiver down my spine, mixing fear and desire. I knew what was about to happen, and I couldn't stop it. He leaned closer, his breath warm on my skin as he whispered, "But you already knew that, didn't you?"
He gently pushed his finger inside me, surprising me with the pain. My body was still sore from last night. I bit my lip to hold back a cry, keeping my eyes on him, looking for any sign of mercy but finding none.
"You're so tight, Emma," Mr. Harrison said, his eyes filled with desire. "It's like your body was made just for me." His voice was a mix of pleasure and pain, changing it into something I couldn't call pleasure.
I nodded, my eyes shut as his finger moved in and out, stretching me in a way that was painful yet exciting. It was a strange experience, and I gasped, "Yes, Mr. Harrison," as he pushed deeper.
He leaned in even closer, his breath warm against my ear. "Look at me," he told me, and I opened my eyes to meet his intense gaze. It felt like looking into fire, a mix of desire and control that made me shiver. He slipped in a second finger, doubling the pain, and I couldn't stop a whimper from escaping.
Mr. Harrison watched my face closely, taking in my reactions with a desire that was both scary and thrilling. He twisted his fingers inside me, stretching me more, and I felt my body start to give in to the feeling, the pain changing into something more complicated that made me want more. "Look how wet you are for me," he said, pleased. "It's like your body knows it belongs to me."
He slowly pulled out his fingers, leaving me feeling empty. He stepped back, not taking his eyes off me as he unbuckled his belt, moving carefully. The sound of his zipper was loud, and I couldn't help but look down as his jeans fell, showing his erection.
My breath caught as I realized what was about to happen. That couldn't fit inside me, could it? Panic rose in me, mixed with excitement from his touch. I felt both scared and thrilled.
Mr. Harrison must have seen my fear because his face softened a bit. "Don't worry, Emma," he said gently. "I'll take care of you."
He reached for my legs, pulling them apart until I was open before him. I felt vulnerable, but the way he looked at me made me feel... special? It was a new feeling. His hands were strong yet gentle as they guided me, his eyes never leaving mine.
With a gentle push, he lifted my knees, exposing me to his gaze. I squirmed under his look, the cool air brushing against my skin. "Open for me," he said softly, and I shivered.
I swallowed hard and did as he said, my legs trembling as I spread them wider. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of me. He moved closer, the tip of his cock touching me.
For a moment, he just hovered there, teasing me. Then, with a groan, he began to rub against me, sending sparks through my body.
I couldn't help but lean into his touch, wanting more. His hand found my neck, holding me gently as his eyes stayed on mine. "You want this, don't you?" he whispered.
"Yes, Mr. Harrison," I gasped, the words coming out before I could stop them. "I want you to fuck me."
His smile widened, and his eyes sparkled with desire. He leaned down, almost touching my lips. "Good girl," he whispered. "Now, ask me nicely."
I whimpered, my body moving beneath him, needing the relief I knew he could give. "Please, Mr. Harrison," I begged, my voice shaking. "Please, I need you inside me."