[WARNING: ADULT CONTENT]
Watching this gorgeous creature lie naked next to him, seemingly free of inhibitions as she basked in satisfaction, his mind again wandered into those forbidden daydreams.
The 'what if' he could have her and make her his, of her own free will?
"Do you have another dress?" he asked her idly, watching her every move with fascination. "I'm afraid I've destroyed that black one, and I don't want you wearing that bikini around; it would be hazardous to my men's safety."
"Winter brought up some spare dresses. They're in the training room," she stretched lazily like a cat. "Is there any point in getting one before you 'punish' me?" she asked matter-of-factly.
"What type of debauched fellow do you take me for?" he asked her, though her read on him was fairly accurate. "Who said that your punishment requires you to be naked? Although I won't say no if that's what you want?"
She laughed. "After our first three encounters, I have evidence that you are indeed, a very debauched fellow."
"I told you when we were hunting that I'm more a dinner and flowers kind of guy," he insisted.
She looked incredulously at him. "Are you suggesting that I was the instigator of our 'trysts'? I'd never experienced a man's hands, or even my own, on me, before you came along…"
He felt his heart clench at that little statement, which he knew, without a doubt, to be true.
"I'm sorry Delphi," he said, feeling even more ashamed of himself. "I can only say that you dropping onto my shoulders like that, dressed as you were, with this body of yours…" he waved at her figure as though it was self-evident what he meant. "I just couldn't help myself. I did try. I really did. But when I found my face in your… you know what, well that was the end of my self-control… I don't feel good about it. Honestly, it's not an excuse. I tore strips off my own men for similar behaviour…"
She felt a little sympathy for the man. After all, they were trained to toy with men, so she assumed they were all 'hard to resist'.
"That might explain the first time, but I'm not sure it answers the time you swung through my window and incapacitated me with your very expert hands… Or just now?" she arched an eyebrow at him.
"What can I say? I'm just a man… Have you seen yourself woman? This body is custom-built to attract men, like bees to honey. Once you've seen it, it can't be unseen… You're like Medusa turning men to stone. Or at least their cocks."
He shook his head like he was trying to shake her image loose from it, but it was burned into his retinas. She reclined before him, heating him up again.
He sighed, as his cock rose up like an irrepressible roly-poly toy. He tried to stuff it back into his boxers.
This part of the evening was not going at all as he had planned it.
"Put some clothes on woman!" he said furiously. "I can only take so much!"
"You stripped them off me," she accused. "You tore my dress, and you threw away my bikini to God knows where."
"Well, go find it!" he mumbled grumpily, trying not to look at her anymore so he could trust himself to carry out the rest of his plan for the night with her.
She stood up and wandered off into the gym equipment, looking for her swimsuit.
"What's my punishment anyway?" she called. "I should find out if I need clothes before I waste too much time looking for them."
"I already told you I'm not that kind of guy, and you do need clothes for your punishment," he said mysteriously. "You'll find out what it is when we get there. Put your bikini on and you can borrow my shirt until we get you another dress."
He heard a strange whirring noise, and he looked around to see Delphi had climbed, naked, onto an exercise bike and was pushing the ancient peddles. Her very round ass splayed across the seat and her boobs rested on the handlebars.
Boing! bounced his cock. All the hard work he'd just done getting rid of his hard-on was wasted.
"Get off there!" he shouted at her.
She looked at him in surprise. "What's wrong? Is it dangerous?"
"Yes! Very! Hop off," he growled angrily.
She hopped off the bike, looking curiously at it. "What's wrong with it? It just looks like an old exercise bike."
"It's programmed to explode when a naked woman climbs onto it," he said. "Either that or any men in the vicinity explode," he mumbled to himself.
"What did you say? I can't hear you. Say things out loud if you're going to say them. There's no point talking to yourself."
"You're driving me mad woman. I never talked to myself before I met you."
"That's not a very kind thing to say."
"It might not be kind, but it's true. Why haven't you found that bikini yet?" he asked her impatiently.
"Well Commander Meyer, it might be because you threw it into the blue yonder, with no care for 'later'. That's why assumed I didn't need it…"
"Here, let me help you," he stood up to join the search.
He had been trying to let her find the swimsuit so he didn't have to be close to her wandering naked through the gym equipment, but it seemed like he would need to help her find it.
She seemed as confident with nothing on as she was clothed, he noticed, as she sashayed about the gym like a dancer at a brothel.
"Shouldn't you be more modest?" he asked her. "A nice girl with nothing on would normally be cowering in the corner covering herself, not sauntering around swinging her boobs and butt with a grown man nearby."
"That sounds like another of your misogynistic fantasies, Commander. You've already seen my boobs and butt, so why would I hide them from you?"
"Oh, I don't know, maybe to prevent me ravishing you again? That could be one good reason," he snarled. "Another one might be shame, you know, the concept created by God after Eve bit the apple."
"If you want to ravish me again, you'll just use your punishment card," she reasoned calmly, "and Eve biting the apple making women the source of original sin is a concept created by men struggling with their biological urges for sex with women who aren't their wives."
"So I take it you're not Christian," he said sarcastically.
"My beliefs are not something I plan to share with you, but if I was, I'm more a 'New Testament kind of girl'."
"Here's your top," he said triumphantly, handing it over to her. And after a bit more hunting, he produced her bottoms too.
She turned to face him with the black triangles covering approximately one fifth of her generous breasts, and the little string bottoms serving only to enhance her curvy hips and peachy ass.
"Well, I'm not sure why I bothered to find you that little sin suit," he scratched his head. "Put my shirt on woman before I change my mind…"