Take me away (Closed)

[marine_biochild]

Blinking she stared at him for a long moment before chuckling. "Guess it comes with age...right?" She teased playfully before taking a deep breath and leaned back in her chair. She was silent for a moment before looking back at him. With a playful smile she sipped her tea.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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"Guess it comes with age...right?"

"Something like that." he replied unable to control his serious tone anymore.

"So off to read more?"

 

[marine_biochild]

Smiling she glanced to her tea for a moment before shaking her head. 'I think... I might do some more yoga before a read some more. Care to join me?" She asked playfully. "That is if you can bend over in your old age." She teased playfully. Standing she stretched, her jumper rising to expose her lean stomach once more.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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"That is if you can bend over in your old age."

"Hey cheeky, I have already proved to you my fitness and dexterity this morning, and yesterday for that matter!"

"Go on, and do you rYoga, I will go and do a few domestic chores...."

He watched her walk away, before he cleared the table and got some meat out of the freezer for supper that evening.

Moments later he was in the office/study as he left her to exercise in the larger front room; watching her for a while between the slightly open door, only seeing glimpses of her, but that seemed to add to the attraction, her allure as she disappeared behind the door.

 

[marine_biochild]

Smiling she walked into the large front room, soon flowing through her yoga poses though she glanced through the cracked door as she did. She knew he was watching her and the idea excited her. He was handsome and for some reason she was becoming attracted to the older man. Blushing she did her last pose, her skin glistening with a light sweat. Stretching she smiled, grabbing her towel before walking through the cracked door. Dabbing the towel along he chest she called to him gently. "You need anything before I grab a quick shower?" She asked playfully, her eyes looking him over curiously.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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He watched her for a few minutes standing in the shadows before returning to the kitchen; his groin offering him an element of discomfort.

It wasn't long before she herd her voice.

"You need anything before I grab a quick shower?"



"No thanks but maybe I will need to do quick wash cycle shortly?"

As she headed upstairs he returned to the living rom, and was soon listening to Steve Wilson's latest concept album as he sat in the sweet spot between the five speakers around his room. Adrian was into his Hi-Fidelity, though years of life firing had reduced his hearing some what; he still appreciated good music and a well produced track.

 

[marine_biochild]

After finishing her shower she soon came down the stairs, hearing the music. Leaning against the door she smiled slightly. Slowly she made her way to the middle of the room, taking a seat next to him on the floor, her short shorts and tank top showing of her smooth skin and ean body.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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Adrian wasn't aware of Gwen joining him. He was lent back into the sofa, his eyes closed as he listened to the prog rock, and the rather pertinent lyrics.

It was only when she moved and brushed against his legs was he aware of her presence.

But he ignored her until the track finished.

"Feel better?" he asked as he turned the volume down.

 

[marine_biochild]

Sitting against the base of the couch she nodded quietly as her hair fell in waves around her shoulder. "A litle.." She said quietly before hugging her knees "I've... always liked that song..." She said quietly. "But... it's always so sad." She murmured.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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"I've... always liked that song..." She said quietly. "But... it's always so sad."

"You don't appear to me as a prog rock fan Gwen, but we should never judge a book by it's cover, even if seems tempting to do..."

As he looked at her, she was between his knees know semi huddled in a foetal position, her knees bought in close to her chest.

Instinctively he started to massage her neck and shoulders.

 

[marine_biochild]

She didn't jump as he began to massage her neck and shoulder but instead leaned back, her head resting against his thigh. "I enjoy all types of music." She said gently. "It keeps my well rounded." She said softly before glancing up at him. "W....what happens when you don't hear anything..." She said quietly."When my father doesn't do what your boss wants...." She said quietly her eyes down.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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"W....what happens when you don't hear anything..." She said quietly."When my father doesn't do what your boss wants...."

He felt her lean back into his massage as she spoke, he could feel a degree of tension in her muscles, despite her yoga and hot shower.

"I have no idea Gwen at the moment."

He inhaled deeply as he applied more pressure to her back and neck, his fingers pressing into the fabric of her racer back top and her bare flesh.

 

[marine_biochild]

Feeling his fingers she relaxed slightly leaning back into his touch. "I... I'm scared..." she finally admitted. Hugging her knees she stared at the wall in silence.

After a few moments her hand reached up gently touching his. Giving it a small squeeze she took a deep breath. "I... If you don't mind I'd... Like to cook tonight..." she muttered.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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"I... I'm scared..."

He moved his lips close to her ear as he whispered...

"No need to be, it will be quick and painless, I assure you...."

Teasingly he kissed her lobe before pulling away...

"We need to be careful of the Stockholm syndrome or what ever it is called Gwen!" he followed, chuckling quietly.

"Sure youcan cook... Be nice to have somehtign different....."

He continued to massage her back and shoulders feeling the knots in her muscles.

 

[marine_biochild]

She could feel his breath as he spoke against her ear making her skin tingle. Taking a deep breath she looked down. "Painless..." She muttered before pulling her knees into her chest. His lips against her ear made her blush. "S..Stockholm....Syndrome.." She she muttered before shaking her head. 'Never." She whispered. Turning she pulled herself up, touching his knee as she did. 'Don't flatter yourself. You're nice... but you aren't my type." She lied with a small smile, squeezing his knee before heading towards the door. "I'll.. be in the kitchen getting things ready for dinner.

Once to the counter she rubbed her arms, leaning against the hard slate. She had to get control of herself. Scrubbing her hands over her face she shook her head. She was just confused, that's all. Besides. He was probably a crazy person in bed. Rough and tumble, pulling hair and holding wrists. Images flashed in her mind of hot kisses and nails on skin. A shiver ran up her spine as she bit her lip. She had to get a hold of herself. Turning she pressed her hands against the cold counter before turning to begin pulling out veggies and chicken.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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Adrian as he spoke about the Stockholm Syndrome realised that he was potentially falling for her. Her subtle flirting, her caresses as they sat on the Sofa was an indication of that.

But his cock was now semi hard, he was aroused.

He stood in the doorway leaning against the door frame as he watched his captive starting to prepare their supper, still in her tight yoga leggings and her loose baggy top under which was her crop bra.

He glanced out of the window into the winter wonderland beyond. there would be no moving for a couple of days.

She glanced at him and he smiled, winked back. causing her to blush he wondered as she looked away. He just stood there and watched for a while, her movements were graceful, she clearly enjoyed cooking.

 

[marine_biochild]

She could feel his eyes on her as she worked, chopping the veggies and shredding the chicken. Glancing over her shoulder at him she gave him a small smile before he winked. With a blush she turned back, reaching over to turn the radio up just enough to hear soft music slipping through. She before to move to the music, dancing to the gentle beat. Her hips swaying and her hands moving a little more gracefully over the food. Placing them in the stock pot she went to work one a thick mixture in a bowl.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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He watched her as she cooked, knowing that if she was making some form of ste dish, the chicken would need to simmer for a while. He waited patiently until she placed the lid onto the saucepan and turned the heat down.

He then entered the kitchen.

"Bend over the table please Gwen." his voice was soft yet commanding.

As she hesitated, he repeated himself.

"Bend over, NOW. Don't discuss it, just fucking do it!"

He watched her do as he commanded, before he continued.

"Grab the far edge of the table...."

As she complied, he walked over and pulled her yoga pants down, as well as her simple thong, before lifting up her top to expose her lower back.

He unzipped his trousers, letting them pool at his ankles.

"Look straight ahead Gwen..." he comanded, his voice croaky full of apprehension.

He then started to wank him self, his cock was already hard. He was turned on and Gwen was the subject of his arosual. He continued stroking himself, breathing deeply, coarsely as a result of his state of being aroused pulling his foreskin all the way back before he allowed it to go fully forward.

He was there for several minutes before his breathing quickened, and his body tensed as he released his cum over her lower back and bum cheeks, continuing his stroking until he came no more.

"Don't move till I leave..."

With that he picked up his trousers and left the kitchen, leaving her bent over the table his seed over her back and bum cheeks...

 

[marine_biochild]

Placing the top on the sauce pan she turned hearing him walk it. Stilling she looked up at him. "what? ' she was caught off guard and confused. When he snapped at her she jumped waking slowly over to the table. Bending over she felt her stomach turn. What was he doing? What was he thinking? The felt him shower her bottoms and underwear down to her thighs and her body stiffened. Closing her eyes she looked away feeling as though she was going to be sick.

She could hear him moving quicker, breathing heavier and soon the feel of hot liquid hitting her body told her it was over. She waited, her fingers grasping the table tightly as she waited a little longer.. Finally, she stood reaching up to wipe the tears from her eyes before tugging her pants up. She moved silently, glancing around to see if he was present before moving to shower.

The shower helped just enough to keep her from sobbing. She had scrubbed Harder than necessary but she finally felt clean. She had thrown on a larger sweater and a pair of leggings, miss matched socks and her hair tightly pulled into a bun. Forcing herself to look unaffected she made her way back to the kitchen to finish dinner. The chicken and dumpling should be almost done by then.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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Adrian left the kitchen, knowing he had stepped beyond the line of decency. He remembered the film the secretary where he first saw something very similar.

But Gwen's flirting had been in part, not that was an excuse. He was angry with himself as he showered in his room, feeling the hot water onhis body. It was almost dark outside, as he re-entered the kitchen alone.

He removed the lid and stirred the contents of the saucepan ensuring they had not stuck, burnt to the bottom of the saucepan.

They had not.

He then opened a bottle of wine, and poured two glasses of a crisp white wine and was siping his glass as Gwen entered, and he felt the tension between them immediately.

He looked at her wondering what was on her mind. She looked sexy some how in her leggings and baggy top. Simple, provocative and yet didn't reveal anything.

" I've poured you a glass Gwen... and it isn't poisoned!"

 

[marine_biochild]

Gwen didn't speak as she came in, not looking at him as she moved to the pot. She stirred it for a moment before tasting it. With a nod she made two bowls, carrying them to the table and sitting across from him. "it's hot." she all she said as she placed his bowl before him. She glanced at the wine before turning back to her food. A stray piece of hair had managed to free itself from Her bun to fall against her cheek. Eating in silence she refused to. Look at him.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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He looked at her as she served, and literally dumped his bowl in front of him.

He picked his spoon up and stirred it before taking some from the edge, and gently blew over it before tasting it.

"This is good Gwen, very tasty, thank you."

He watched her as he sipped his wine before taking another mouthful. And then he continued to eat in silence until she spoke to him acknowledged him.

 

[marine_biochild]

She ate in silence for the better part of fifteen minutes before she finally spoke. "why." It was one word but with it she managed to pack all of her hurt lost trust and anger into it. She still refused to look at him, eating slowly but still not touching the wine.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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"why."

He looked at her as he contemplated what he shoudl say. He wasn't sure why he had done it. But their flirting was a princiaple reason, her flirting, flanting her form in front of him.

But it was also a power thing. He could have raped her, but he didn't.

The tension increased further before he finally answered her. He stood up and walked round the table and knlet beside her, turning her face with his palm so that their eyes met, before she looked away.

Then he leant in and kissed her, a series of soft sensual butterfly kisses.

Having withdrew, he spoke.

"That's why Gwen."

He stood and walked out of the kitchen...

 

[marine_biochild]

She finally looked at him, his hands rough against her face. She was apprehensive and then.... He kissed her. It was a soft, sweet kiss that made her stomach turn in knots. He pulled away and then... He was gone. She sat in silence her mind spinning as she stared after him. She was confused. Lost in what he has said. It took her a long time to pull herself from her thoughts. By then her food was cold. Picking up the bowls she moved to the sink, cleaning everything and putting the food away before finally leaving the kitchen. She walked aimlessly her fingers playing on her bottom lip absently.