She started gathering her clothes – just like she always did.
I realized she was about to walk out of the door with her clothes in her hands – just like she always did.
“Put your clothes back on,” I told her.
She looked at me for a moment and then laid the items on the foot of the bed. She began dressing. She continued to look into my eyes as she reversed the strip-tease she had given me earlier. There was no lust in her eyes; no temptation. She was simply obeying what I had told her to do. She was not unhappy or exceptionally pleased – she was just being obedient.
Once she was dressed, I said, “Untie me.”
She stepped over to follow my directive.
Her musky scent filled my nose.
“Kiss me,” I whispered.
Her eyes shot to mine. “Is that an order?” she asked, once again.
“Yes,” I said.
She pressed her lips to mine. They were soft – creamy – like butter. She hadn’t done anything more than give me a light kiss but it had been so comforting. It wasn’t exactly what I had been expecting.
She was watching me analyze the kiss.
“Kiss me like you want me to give you a baby,” I told her, “and, yes, that’s an order.”
I’m not sure how she did it the way she did – tied to the chair like I was – but it was like an orgasm and a kiss all in one. I was out of breath by the time she released me.
Her sultry smile was back again. She was a predator and I was her prey. Bound to the chair as I was, I felt a brief spike of terror run through my body. She stood, waiting.
“Untie me,” I directed her once more.
When the last knot was gone and the ropes fell away, I stood to my feet.
She stood, still waiting.
I cupped her jaw in my palms and held her face in my hands.
“Can I kiss you?” I asked her softly.
“Please,” she begged, just as quietly.
I tried to give her the kiss she had just given me. She overwhelmed me once again. I pulled away to find her arms around my neck.
“Can we use your bed?” I asked.
“Please,” she whispered, once more.
I took her by the hand, led her around the bed (where Johnny still lay, naked and unconscious), to the door. She dropped the condom in the trash and stepped into the hall. I joined her and eased the door shut.
As we headed out my front door and across the lawn, I looked at her house.
~~~ Flashback ~~~
How many times had I looked at that house, imagining her – inside – naked? I always imagined her stretched out on her bed, looking at me. I was always standing at the foot of her bed – my eyes devouring her body.
It was easy to picture what she looked like nude. I had seen all of her so many times; I had a better idea of what she looked like than I did my own body.
I had never met Lilith’s parents. Honestly, I wasn’t sure I’d ever even seen them.
~~~ Present Day ~~~
“Are your parents here?” I asked her.
“No,” she replied.
Her eyes told me there was more to that story but… I had finally decided to give in to her never-ending seduction. It would be better if I didn’t have to supply excuses to any adults at the moment. I let it go.
My brain took a nap and – the next thing I knew – I was standing at the foot of her bed. She was naked. I couldn’t see her tender pink goodies because her legs were flat on the bed and her knees weren’t far enough apart.
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