heartofcourage
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Natalia watched as he suddenly moved from in front of her, telling her to stay where she was as he moved to where she had been sitting. He picked up her glass and took a sniff, guessing as to what she had been drinking before he had arrived.
"I had some orange juice and then some water. I don't drink liquor most of the time." She said as he moved into the kitchen to clean out her glass, leaving it in the sink before he started to explain that he would not be her whore.
She actually squirmed at those words. Of course having sex with him had crossed her mind. The powerful dreams that she had been having had focused on him. She had woke up to a powerful orgasm, imagining him above her in the middle of a passionate moment. However, hearing him say those words brought everything into startling reality. What they were doing was very real. She wouldn't be able to hide away from what he asked of her.
Then he was moving, asking that she follow him on her hands and knees. It was humiliating, but she did it. Crawling behind him, she struggled to not lose her temper. It made her feel like something less than human, but she was sure that wasn't his intention. It was all part of the game and she had a part to play. Then they simply sat and stared at one another. His eyes seemed to stare into hers for an eternity. His voice was startling after the long silence and she sucked in a breath, considering the question that had just been posed before he demanded that she take off her bra. He touched her face almost tenderly, cupping her chin to force her to continue looking at him as she spoke.
"Because I don't want to be loved." She answered honestly. "And most men I've been with want to love me. I'm not the kind of person that needs to be loved."
As she said that, she reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, letting it drift down her arms before she placed it aside and knelt there in front of him without hesitation.
"I had some orange juice and then some water. I don't drink liquor most of the time." She said as he moved into the kitchen to clean out her glass, leaving it in the sink before he started to explain that he would not be her whore.
She actually squirmed at those words. Of course having sex with him had crossed her mind. The powerful dreams that she had been having had focused on him. She had woke up to a powerful orgasm, imagining him above her in the middle of a passionate moment. However, hearing him say those words brought everything into startling reality. What they were doing was very real. She wouldn't be able to hide away from what he asked of her.
Then he was moving, asking that she follow him on her hands and knees. It was humiliating, but she did it. Crawling behind him, she struggled to not lose her temper. It made her feel like something less than human, but she was sure that wasn't his intention. It was all part of the game and she had a part to play. Then they simply sat and stared at one another. His eyes seemed to stare into hers for an eternity. His voice was startling after the long silence and she sucked in a breath, considering the question that had just been posed before he demanded that she take off her bra. He touched her face almost tenderly, cupping her chin to force her to continue looking at him as she spoke.
"Because I don't want to be loved." She answered honestly. "And most men I've been with want to love me. I'm not the kind of person that needs to be loved."
As she said that, she reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, letting it drift down her arms before she placed it aside and knelt there in front of him without hesitation.