[WARNING: ADULT CONTENT]
The commander wasted no time at all in jumping forward where he hovered, inches from Delphi, a little smile on his face, his arms outstretched, daring her to try and go left or right, where his arms awaited her.
She feinted in both directions, but he followed her, sticking to her like glue.
"You're scaring me Alton," she said. "It's like being stalked by a leopard."
He nodded in satisfaction.
"Make your move, Delphi," he challenged her. "I'm ready and waiting sweetheart."
She could see that!
Oh well, she had to try something, she refused to be bullied and cowed by him.
Delphi jumped forward, pushing her head into his ab's, like a battering ram.
He absorbed the force, almost like he welcomed it, and while her neck was bent down in front of him, he untied her bikini top in an almost workmanlike manner, pulling it free and throwing it somewhere far, far away, like a champion discus thrower.
"One down," he said with relish. "What else have you got for me girl?"
She rubbed her neck as she withdrew from the man's rock-hard ab's.
Alright, she needed to think creatively here…
She flew forwards again, legs separated in a scissor kick, one, two, she counted.
'One' hit him in the chest, 'two' was unfortunately caught by him, with a tight grip around her ankle.
He tugged her lightly forwards by one leg, increasing the pressure of the leg split position she was in.
"I thought you said I had to play by the rules, Miss Chastain? Doesn't the same go for you? This is not mixed martial arts. I thought we were wrestling, not doing Muay Thai?"
He reached out and gently stroked between her legs over her bikini bottoms, taking advantage of the very vulnerable position she now found herself in.
His fingers circled and pattered over the fabric, and she let out a little involuntary moan. He increased the pace of his delicate massage, and she dropped her head back in pleasure.
He watched her with predatory intent.
"Are you conceding already Miss Chastain?" he asked her lazily. "That really would be too easy. I'm a little concerned you're anyone's with this sensitive little pussy of yours. I don't think you really care who pats it do you? Has the Emperor had a stroke yet?" he said with jealousy.
"Not conceding," she gasped.
"Good for you," he said with approval, as he undid the string on her bikini bottoms and removed them. "What a sweet view that is," he said, drinking in the sight of her bare pussy between her scissored legs.
He let go of her ankle and threw her leg back at her.
"What else have you got? Anything more in that little kit bag of tricks of yours?"
Her clit was throbbing and aching now, and she could see by his smirk, that he knew it.
She was desperate to find some release, and it did cross her mind to concede, so that he could work his magic on her.
For whatever reason, since the first time he introduced her to that mind-blowing orgasm when they met hunting, she just couldn't work out how to do it herself…
But her pride wouldn't let her admit defeat, even if that was the more surefire path to honey trap this insufferable, but hot, man.
She tried again. This time she took a running leap at him and wrapped her arms and legs around his torso, intending to topple him backwards underneath her. He staggered a few steps, but remained upright, and she now found herself clinging to the man's chest like a koala bear.
He looked into her eyes with amusement.
"You only needed to say if you want me this much, Delphi. I'm all yours."
While her arms were occupied clinging to him, he used one tormenting finger to reach out and pull her dress down around her waist, and then up above her hips, so she was left wearing it like a black belt, with everything important bared to him.
He puts his hands under her ass and bounced her up and down, rubbing her sensitive clit against his ab's.
She let out little high-pitched gasps with every bounce.
"That's a pretty song, Miss Chastain. I hope you don't sing it for all the boys… Let's see if you can sing sopranino, shall we?"
He sped up the pace of his bouncing and indeed, the pitch of her gasps went up an octave.
"Very pretty," he approved. "But look what you've done to me," he indicated the wet patch on his six-pack. "I'll let you lick that off me later."
He now let her ass go. She continued to cling to him, not because she thought she could wrestle him from this position, but in the shameful hope that he would bounce her again.
He knew it too, the bastard…
He used one finger to bounce each of her breasts in turn.
"Yes, they're very cute little koala, but I really wasn't expecting you to throw yourself on me like this. I prefer it when you play hard-to-get, Miss Chastain. I'm a traditional guy. I like to do the chasing…"
"You're a traditional guy alright," she said with fury, dropping her legs to the mat and pushing with all of her strength against his chest. "You're a traditional male chauvinist pig!"
He let himself fall backwards, and she fell on top of him, where she lay naked, chest to chest with him, his half-exposed cock pressing dangerously close to her pussy.
"Say that again, Miss Chastain," he said threateningly.
"You're a trad… Oh! Oh…"
He pulled one of her large breasts out from between them and popped her nipple into his mouth, suckling it like a giant baby while he looked into her eyes, which closed uncontrollably with pleasure as his sucking lit up her already swollen clit.
"Hmmff," he laughed through his lapping.
My God this woman was hot!
Playing with her body was like drawing the sounds from a priceless Stradivarius.
She was the whole package, both fiery and submissive, a slave to a body made for sin, with a mind that didn't want to capitulate.