Inner Mind

I chuckle and shake my head.

"No, I slept far too much yesterday for that. I might sleep for just a couple hours sometime this morning, but that's still a maybe."

I find a couch and put my feet up on the rickety coffee table next to it. I find myself a steaming cup of cider and take a slow careful drink.

"Can I get you anything?"
 
I follow him further into his abode and find a soft spot to land in. I end up, a few feet away from him, at the other end of his couch. Honey brown eyes open wide as I watch a cup appear, like a miracle, in his hand and the scent of warm cider reaches my nostrils.

"I told you that you were sleepy."

A husky giggle.

"And no, I require nothing. Hell I don't even know how long I will be here before my body makes the demand that I get up and head for the gym and a tub. I have to leave for work in a few hours..."

My legs curl beneath me. Now I am comfortable.

"Also oooooh, you got me in your last post to our story..."
 
I continue to enjoy my hot apple drink.

"I miss hot cider. Its something I'll have to get myself next time I'm home."

I smile as liquid warms me from the inside out.

"I told you I was having trouble writing for it before. That's passed. I had hoped you would enjoy it."
 
I nod at his words.

"I want some cocoa with cinnamon and nutmeg grated on top of frothy cream....."

Another nod before a yawn takes over.

"And yes, yes I did. I had to read it twice...and even now my brain is working out a response. Not that I will have a chance to write one until later...."

I rise and stretch. Five feet nothing of girl curves. Another yawn.

"Okay, I gotta hit the gym. It's five in the AM...and I need to get my body motivated for the day..."

I lean in and hug him with one arm before turning around.

"I hope to see you later but if not, don't be a stranger, E. I worry when I don't hear from you."
 
I'm about to bring her the drink she mentions when she tells me she is going to go be productive. I hug back and smile at the girl as she leaves.

"I am always stranger, but I promise to hang around."
 
The room is darker now, the fire barely flickering. My place is different tonight. Most of the furniture is gone from the middle of the room. Three things not hugging the wall form a triangle around the dime flames, but spread out from them.

My bed with dark green satin sheets and dark stained mahogany head board. The sheets are not taut in perfect, but rumpled with use. A heavy brown blanket lays folded at the foot of the bed.

A large comfortable leather chair forms another point.

A heavy wooden table hides a variety of things beneath of in the shadows, but the top is bare. The wood is old and rough, and while it shouldn't give a splinter, it remains unfinished.

I wait to see if someone will arrive here tonight when called.
 
She was nervous.

But she came.

She hadn't thought twice.

Did that scare her? Yes. But she still went through with it. She blinked softly as she smoothed out her dress. It was black, and a bandage type style, hugging each and every one of her curves. Red accents were the highlight- she had read chunky heels on, a small red bag, red nails and red lipstick to match.

She knocked, and waited, shifting her hips a few times.
 
I open the door and guide her inside. It closes with a solid click and while there will be no sign, something will feel painfully clear to any others that approach tonight.

Other visitors are not welcome just now.


All dressed up, just for me. Nervous, but sure at the same time. Coolly, I scan over her drinking in each little detail. My attire is far less elaborate, but it follows who I am. Heavy dark green work shirt, long sleeved, collared, and tucked in. Thick leather belt with a simple buckle. Jeans. Battered brown hiking boots.

I take the kitten's hand and lead her over by the chair. I stand close, but am not overbearing. Thumbs hooked on my belt do nothing to create an illusion of true safety or ease.

"Did you think those to words to no one in particular would bring all this?" The words are gentle, but demand an answer.
 
She saw the door open, and gave him a nervous smile. She walked inside slowly, her curvy hips swaying a bit. She heard the door close and gave a small swallow knowing that this was the beginning. She had no idea was to expect. She was excited and nervous at the same time.

She was surprisingly calm as she felt him take her hand, feeling a bit overdressed as she felt him against slightly. She swallowed hard again, looking hard at him. She shook her head at her question.

"Uh...I..no. I didn't expect this at all." She said to him softly.
 
"But you are here."

My arm slides around her waist and pulls her against me. I love the feel of her against me. I bend my neck and teeth find her neck. Again possessive, but not harsh. I pull away and instead place kisses on her neck.

"I'm never sure how far to take these things. How far someone wants to go."
 
She breathed softly.

She wasn't expecting it...but she would be lying if she didn't mind it. At all.

She felt his body against her and gave a calm sigh, trying not to show her nervousness. She felt his teeth and tensed up a bit, only from surprise as she then felt the kisses, licking her lips softly. .

"How...far do you want to go?"
 
Words echoed action.

"I wanted to treat you with gentle care," I told her as my I brushed an errant hair from her face. Then the gentle touch suddenly turned to fingers tightly twining in her hair.

"I want to take you," the hands fell from her hair to suddenly grasp the edge of her dress, "and heedlessly tear away every shred of cloth. Make every little thing between us gone."

I relaxed once again. "I want it so I can gently caress every inch of you. Touch massage. Bite. Grab." My demonstration of dichotomy at its end I let her go and step away from her. I take a seat in the chair. There is room for her, but only just beside me or upon my lap.

"I just want."
 
She heard his first words, feeling a soft hand brush a curly strand of hair from her face. She couldn't help but blush a bit, licking her lips. She felt his hands tangle in her hair, and her eyes grew a bit wide as she heard his words again, feeling the dress she had be tugged down a bit. She gasped, surprised at the sudden change of actions. His words made her shiver a bit, goosebumps developing once again. As he relaxed, so did she.


"I want it so I can gently caress every inch of you. Touch massage. Bite. Grab."

She looked at him, licking her lips a bit more as she wanted that too...as much as she wouldn't admit it. She remained put as the grip he had on her relaxed, and he sat in the chair. She blinked rather innocently. She walked, slowly, turning and sliding into his lap, setting the bag down.

"I...want too." She managed to said after a moment.
 
She was so close that there was no need to be forceful, no matter what I did. I didn't care. I grabbed her hair again and pulled her harshly into a passionate kiss. I savored her sweet lips, but never let up for a moment. My tongue push past her lips.

My other hand reached low to touch her bare calf. Rough hand gliding over her smooth skin. Slowly it moved up, disappearing beneath the elegant dress. It searched while the kiss continued, but hadn't yet reached what it sought.

The kiss never stopped and felt like it never would. I wanted her. I wanted to take her as mine if just for tonight.
 
She stared at him intensely, wondering what he was going to do next. She braced herself a bit as she felt his hands in her curly jet black hair again, before she felt his lips against hers. She moaned softly, out of surprise, but not minding as she relaxed against him, pressing her curvy body against his, allowing his tongue full entrance. She felt his hand and opened her hips a bit, gasping as she felt it against her sensitive thighs, whimpering a bit into the kiss as she let her eyes close.
 
She moaned into him and closed her eyes as she let herself slip into everything she felt. He loved it. She was curled up in his lap, tight in his grasp, and more than that she was letting herself go to him.

The kiss continue as he reveled in her littlest movement and sound. As he advanced with his other hand her dress pushed up. He caressed her thigh, enjoying the feel of every bit of her leg under his touch. He pushed her legs apart and he hooked a finger under that thin little wisp of fabric he found there.

The kiss finally ended.

"Are you wet, little kitten?"
 
She let her tight dress be pulled up, and didn't even mind as she nearly melted against him. He kissed good. Very good. She let him pull her thick legs apart, revealing the bright red thong she had on, gasping as she felt his fingers against the thin lacy fabric. She whimpered as the kiss ended, breathing hard as she nodded her head softly at his question.
 
With how she now sat in his lap there was no way she could not feel his thick length hidden beneath his jeans. He wanted her to feel it, so she would know she was having the same effect on him. He slipped a single finger past that thin red strip and pushed it deep into her. She wouldn't have lied, but he wanted to feel it for himself.

"Just checking," he told her softly with an evil smile as his finger slid out of the kitten's slit now slick with her juices. He brought it to his lips and let her watch the finger disappear again, this time as he relished her taste.

"I'll want more later," he told Neko matter of factly, "but first stand up for me and stay very very still for me."
 
She could feel his growing hardness, and shivered a bit as she breathed hard, wondering what it tasted, and felt like. She tried to concentrate as she felt a finger slide inside, causing her back to arch a bit as she tilted her head back, her muscles clenching it as if it wanted more inside. She whimpered as she felt the finger slide out, her pussy throbbing a bit already. She breathed hard, looking at him as she watched as his finger disappeared into her mouth. She nodded softly, biting her lip.

"..but first stand up for me and stay very very still for me."


She nodded softly to him as she stood up, a bit shakily as she turned to face him, before she stood, freezing in place the best she could.
 
I rise out of the chair and as I do my hand reaches behind me to something she would not have seen. My hand finds the cherrywood handle and I pull the knife from its sheath. The steel is rough until just before its edge where it seemlessly moves to polished and smooth. The blade is only about five inches long, but its always kept its edge for me.

I advance on her, not with menace or anything of the sort, but simply the attitude that this needs to be done. I place the dull edge of the knife against her cheek briefly, so she'll know how the cool steel will feel.

"I said it tear it off, just not with what."

I carefully slide the blade beneath the tight fabric. I know how sharp it is, so my actions are slow and deliberate as I begin to cut the dress away from her hot flesh.
 
She almost moved.

Almost.

She saw him rise from his chair, and as the knife came into view, her eyes widened as she cleared her throat, forcing her feet to stay in place as she saw the blade glitter in the dim light. She watched him walk...with a purpose...towards her, and she sighed softly, jerking a bit as the metal touched her skin, freezing.

"I said it tear it off, just not with what."


She would have nodded, but didn't as she swallowed, hearing the light tear of the spandex of her dress.
 
Slowly the metal slides along her skin, tears through her dress. She remains utterly still, just as I asked. Such an enticing form. So careful to do just as I ask even as her heart races. She really is an amazing kitten.

I cut and cut, revealing bit after tantalizing bit. Halfway down I stop. I pull the loose fabric away to reveal her naked breast and I am tempted enough to stop. My empty hand cups her breast as I lean down to it. I kiss a few times close to her nipple, but never touching, before my tongue snakes out and laps at it.

So engrossed do I seem in my task of teasing her at the moment that it seems haphazard when I place the hand holding the knife on her shoulder. The blade's edge rests in the air, but is very close to her throat. I know exactly where it is as I lap at her nipple. I wonder if she's fallen for my ruse or if it even matters.
 
She barely breathed as she felt the knife slice the spandex fabric, further down, the thin material moving apart a little bit. She stayed frozen, mostly afraid of the sharp object, but partially because he asked her to.

She felt the fabric pull away from her skin as he touched. Her B-cupped breasts stood out, and she couldn't help but blush, seeing her nipples were already a tad hard. She felt his hand and sighed softly in pleasure, and as his kisses started, she bit her lip to hold back her moans a bit. She couldn't help but let one soft one out as she felt his tongue, making her nipple even harder.

Suddenly she freezes even more as she sees his hand...the knife. She glanced down, whimpering a bit at it's edge dangerously close to her sensitive neck.
 
I linger at her full breast, eventually sucking her hardening nipple between my lips. The knife stays just as it is. No matter have dedicated to suckling at her I become I keep very aware of where that blade rests. I massage her breast in my hand. All just to linger a little longer. Before I finally leave, I bite down gently on her just as a reminder of how this night started. Then I return to my early task.

The cool metal returns to her side and I continue cutting the dress away from her. It doesn't take as long this time, but I am still careful and leave her uncut. The tattered dress is tossed the the side and Neko is left in nothing, but that thin red thong.

I sit back down. I'm harder than ever, now presented with her wearing nothing but her heels and thong. My cock strains against my pants in a very plain way too. I pat my lap.

"Back in my lap, Neko. Be a good kitten." I don't elaborate.
 
She wasn't moving, not even a inch....even though she wanted to badly. Her brain was torn between feeling his tongue against her sensitive skin, and the knife that was dangerously close to her neck. She breathed softly, trying to focus as she felt him bite, causing her to take a sharp intake of breath, her body tensing.

She felt him continue once more, the fabric gradually leaving her body, until it is gone,leaving her in nothing but her bright red, lacy thong, and the red heels to match.

She watches him as he sits, blinking softly. She can see the outline of his hardness.


"Back in my lap, Neko. Be a good kitten."

She doesn't hesitate either as she nods softly, walking towards him, her hips swaying, before she turned, sitting down in his lap, feeling the hardness against her cheeks.
 
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