“Ugh, you adorable little creature,” Stacie says. She towers over him, knees at his sides. With a satisfied sigh, “this is exactly how I want you.”

Kenji lay on Stacie’s luxury King bed, with sheets so fine against his bare skin, he feels deliciously pathetic, exposed, vulnerable, wearing nothing but women’s panties and sheer white stockings. A sugary treat wrapped up in lace, lying in wait to be devoured.

Stacie Sorrento, the local celebrity with the power to move mountains, hovers above him in straight-backed dignity. Knees at his sides. Thick muscled thighs inches above. A falcon, puffing its chest, looking down upon the prize caught in its nest. She is fully clothed – in the crisp black business attire she’d worn to impress other board members.

The nature of their meetings had very certainly changed. Somehow the great reveal Kenji had been fearing felt like everything had fallen into place. The place they had always belonged. The confidence she held in her position above him, the naturalness in her tone of voice… Perhaps he was the one who had been ignorant… Perhaps he should have known this is what they were meant for.

Somehow it seemed they both always knew, somewhere deep down where instinct and passion intersect. But the freedom to at last indulge in the truth and enjoy intimacy the way they had both always dreamed of… it felt both too good to be true, and yet as if had been written in the stars.

She gazes down at him, rich chocolate eyes as sweet and decadent as their color, with deliberate thirst.

“What a precious little thing…” she continues, voice like syrup, strong and tantalizing as her body. Kenji says nothing. “Are you shaking?”

Yes. He was cold.

She examines him carefully. “You know…this is the face that made want you. This face you’re making” Staring into his eyes, she lowers herself closer and closer to him, tensed muscle carefully holding her body inches above his, shoulders toned like a crouching panther.

And then her hand comes up to his neck. Without applying any bit of pressure, the callused fingers with the sharp nails wrap nearly all the way around and rest dangerously around his throat, her thumb scraping the edge of Kenji’s jaw. She could crush him if she wanted to. Kenji knew that Stacie had been trained in sport to choke, and if she desired, to kill. Holding him so delicately, Stacie merely toys with her prey, massaging the sides of his neck with caring warmth. The terror and anticipation mixed with complete understanding that he was completely in her grip…his eyes nearly rolled back.

Pressing her chest against his, she growls in his ear. “You’re terrified of me. You don’t have to pretend you aren’t. I love it.”

She pulls back just enough to look him in the eyes. Whispers… “I’m not going to hurt you, baby. But those little panties you’re wearing are really doing something for me…”

And then drives her thumb into his jaw, twists her hand, forces his face firmly in the opposite direction. Against the power of a predator, he gasps with the softest orgasmic moan and goes completely weak. Eyes shut hard, his cheek pressed against the pillow beneath, the weight of Stacie’s full arm controls his body. She presses her lips ever so softly to his forcibly outstretched neck. Only a gentle tickle, lips dust his face and jaw and collarbone. Completely at her mercy, Kenji allows his body to be enjoyed by his pursuer.

Between kisses, “you know I saw you lose your fucking mind every time I looked at you.” Finding new places to bite and tease, Kenji’s eyelashes flutter as she drives him mad. “I just wanted to take you home. And make you mine. Just to see the look on your pretty face when I made you cum so hard you forgot your own name.”

At those words, he whimpers. She laughs. “Hmm. You like the sound of that?”

He only whimpers again in response.

“Pathetic,” she replies. “Precious. Perfect.” And in another bold move, she tightly grips his jaw in one hand and twists his face to hers. Plants a gentle loving kiss on his lips. Kenji melts, experiencing the feeling of the warmth on her lips and the power in the fingertips grabbing his face.

She sits back up. Straightens her back, straddling his hips. Her expression contorts into a sly smirk as she drags a single fingernail down his chest. “Good little kitten…”

He only smiles.

“You don’t talk much do you?” she adds. And waits. No response. “That’s ok, I like you better this way. I’ll make noise come out of you when I’m ready to hear it.”

Perfectly positioned on top of his lap, Stacie begins grinding her body against him with only the slightest shift of the hip. “I can feel that poor thing throbbing, how’s this feel, hm?”

Kenji cannot help but express the pleasure on his face. Without ever being directly touched, he is dangerously close.

She smiles, with true delight, “Fuck, you’re cute. I saw that little face you just made.” Stacie continues grinding her hips, he cannot help but reciprocate. “Yeah…yeah…push up into me, that’s right.”

Then her left thumb moves to his nipple, making little circles at first and then pinching, and then with a fingernail… Oh my god, it felt disgusting to react out loud but the sensation is beyond incredible. This woman knows too much…

“What a slutty little kitten… You love that, don’t you. You just love being played with.”

Yes…

“Tell me what else you like. You like it a little rougher?”

Oh god yes… Please… Could he just…say it? He doesn’t want to… He can’t form the words… Kenji bites his lip and opens his eyes to stare at her. Nerve endings on fire, the flame in his eyes would have to do all the talking. She stares back, glaring down from her position above him.

In a sudden moment, she pinches the nipple hard and with the other hand, slaps Kenji square in face.

SMACK.

An unmistakable relaxed moan escapes his lips, the sting against his cheek like fresh release.

Stacie hums, sizing up the pink flush her blow had left behind. “Mmm… I knew you were a freak…” And after a moment… “How fucking kinky are you, hm? You ready to be Mama’s little sex kitten? You like that? You wanna get hit again?”

She had fully expected the frightened prey beneath her grip beg for release, whine and plead for his freedom and deny any evidence of arousal from the threat.

But at last, Kenji speaks, only mutters through a dizzy haze, “Yes… please…”

Shocked, her eyes flash, a bolt of lightning that kindles a dangerous fire. She takes a deep breath and reorients herself. “You are playing a very dangerous game with a very dangerous woman….”

His physical reaction to the statement could only be interpreted as pure excitement.

“Wanna wear it tomorrow?” Stacie asks. And Kenji nods.

She leans down to press herself against him again. This time the full weight of her hands rest on top of his wrists, pinning his helpless body to the bed beneath her, 150 pounds of muscle pressing him into the mattress and soft sheets, a binding stronger than cuffs. Her lips return to his neck where she applies a different kind of pressure. Sharp teeth sink into soft flesh and when she comes up for air, there were more than three different marks closer to the color purple than pink. Branded.

She growls, “now you’ll have to decide if you want your office knowing what a desperate little pain slut you are.” Before he can reply, “Or maybe you’d like to reveal what a pretty princess whore you are instead.” She grabs a fistful of Kenji’s hair and yanks his head to the side, the sharp pain on his scalp made the words so much sweeter, “Or maybe this is a special secret just for me?”

Without letting go of the tight grip on his hair, she reaches underneath her hips and slips her fingers into the front of the soft panties Kenji is wearing. His shut eyes clench even harder as she thumbs the head with the same bold deliberation.

“The best part about an eager boy…” she says as she begins to fondle it in her whole hand, “is that he lubricates himself!” There was a lot of precum…and with it she jerks him from top to bottom. Pinning Kenji’s whole body down with her knees, her left hand controlling his head and her right hand controlling his orgasm… “If you stain my black pants, I’ll kill you.”

As he gets closer, her grip on his hair grows tighter, the pain sharper, the sensation stronger. And when he finally finishes, she does not stop. She keeps going, and going, and going, until his whole body seizes up and writhes like a rabbit caught in a trap, the talons of the falcon finally going in for the kill. All his thoughts scatter and melt, every feeling and emotion except his screaming nerve endings are obliterated. So many sensations at once, it’s sadistic, it’s torture. It’s bliss.

And she stops. Releases all grip and all pressure. Limbs sprawled over the bed, he relaxes. Kenji’s mind is complete mush, he can barely recall where he is, the time of day, or how long the excruciating orgasm had lasted.

“Good boy…” she hums. “And you didn’t even get it on my sheets.” She leans down to kiss the dip of his nose, now moist with sweat and possibly tears. “I wouldn’t have actually killed you, don’t worry. Your cum is a prize I had to earn, I’ll wear it proudly.”

Kenji rolls over to his side, completely weak and helpless, presses his nose into her arm nearby and whimpers, the most genuinely impassioned little noise of satisfaction Stacie had heard from him thus far.

“Aww… Defeated already?” Stacie says, complying. “I haven’t even played with your ass yet.”

She plops down next to him in bed, and he crawls into her arms like a puppy. Still clothed, Stacie holds the drenched, trembling, and pitifully naked boy curled up close to her chest, as she strokes the back of his neck.

“Mmm… I enjoy you very much,” she says, softly kissing his forehead. “Oh boy… We are gonna have fun together, you and I. My little baby Keke…”

Kenji wore a thick scarf to work the rest of the week.

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