What price honor

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This is a closed thread for EklectikChik and CG Raven . Please read along and enjoy.


Attraction so easily can become temptation and temptation can often turn to obsession even in the most morale of men. Edward Larson was far from being the most morale of men and yet he had always in the past kept his private life separate from his public life. To the world at large Edward Larson was the respected CEO of Larson Defense and Electronics a highly successful High Tech defense orientated company with several very lucrative Department of Defense contracts. Publicly he was known as something of a playboy and ladies man often seen at the trendiest of clubs with some very young beauty on his arm. That was the Public persona.

Edward Larson’s private persona was just that private. Few knew his reclusive and hidden personality. Larson like many highly successful Entrepreneurs had innumerable acquaintances and hanger-ons but few friends. The great exception was Lies Davies his roommates from his freshman year in college. It was Miles that had come up with the idea of Larson Defense and Electronics when Larson got his first paten. It was Davies that had been the financial brains behind the company and it was Miles Davies that had won Joan Nickerson, the girl they both had courted. Yet they still had remained friends and Davies had made Larson part of his family he had been almost a stand in Uncle to Davies’ daughter.

Edward Larson had watched Joan and Miles’s daughter grow from an attractive but gangly child to a stunning young teen beauty. He had been there to comforter her when at sixteen her mother had died and it was then that his attraction for the young beauty had become a temptation as she had pressed her supple young body to his sobbing her loss. Slowly over the next two years Larson’s temptation became a fixation and then an obsession to possess her body and soul. He may have lost her mother to Miles Davies but Larson was determined that their daughter would be his.

It was then that fate had stepped in during a normal Department of Defense Audit. DOD funds were missing apparently miss-appropriated. Miles Davies as CFO Larson Defense and Electronics would have had to signed the papers that had sent the monies to one of their shell companies in China, a clear violation of the law, and now Miles Davies was setting in a federal jail on charges of embezzlement of Government funds and facing possible charges of espionage.

There was only one person that Miss Davies could turn to for help and that was Edward Larson. Oh he would help his old friend if his daughter asked and she was willing to pay his price. A dark smile bowed Larson’s lips at the thought that soon very soon she would be his.
 
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Lana Davies paced nervously back in front of Edward Larson's personal office. In the last few weeks her life had been turned upside down and after loosing her mother at the tender age of 16, her father was her only living relative in which she was close to. Seeing him put in jail had made her frantic. She'd been sick with worry, confused and had no idea what to expect, but if anyone could help her, she knew that Edward would. After all, he was a long time family friend and had worked along side her father for years. He'd been there for them through the thick and the thin of it.

A trembling hand pushed a thick lock of mahogany hair out of her face as she flicked it over one delicate shoulder. Like her mother, Lana's skin was fair and smooth. She burned easily in the summers and never retained a tan for long. Her eyes had thick long lashes, which framed her big beautiful hazel eyes and lips that were soft and plump, like a sweet bow that off set her heart shaped face.

She'd warn a black knee length skirt that swished softly as she moved and a plain white blouse tucked into her slender waist, with a pair of ballet flats, which did nothing to accentuate her legs, but her long shapely limbs needed no help after years of dance.

With pulse frantically drumming away, Lana almost jumped out of her skin as her name was called. A quick glance at Edwards secretary confirmed that he was ready for her. Nervously she pushed open the door to his office and moved towards his desk where he sat. “Uncle Edward.” She breathed out, her voice catching with some emotion as she came closer, bypassing the chair and instead walking around his desk to greet him with a hug.

His larger body seemed to engulf her, his arms pulling her tightly against his body as she clung to him and pressed her face shoulder. His familiar scent filled her nose and made her relax. “What's going to happen to Daddy? Can you get him out?”
 
Lawson made Miss Lana Davies wait in his outer office, he let her feverously pace building ever darker seniors in her young mind. He had managed to avoid seeing Lana for three days three days for the stunning young beauty to become ever more desperate to free her father and to prove his innocence to the world that seemed all to eager to condemn him , as she saw it, out of hand. Lana almost jumped out of her skin as Miss Safrouse briskly addressed her .

“ Mr. Lawson will see you know Miss Davies.”

There was a note of condescending criticism as the austere woman had said Miss Davies as if the taint of her father’s arrest and the charges some how stained Lana as well. Nervously she pushed open the door to his office and moved towards his desk where he sat. Nervously she pushed open the door to his office and moved towards his desk where he sat.

“Uncle Edward.”


At the familiar salutation “Uncle Edward” he lifted his eyes from the stack of paper that covered his desk. She was beautiful so like her mother. That same rich mahogany hair, the firry reddish highlights in that rich lugubrious mane in such contrast to her pale ivory skin. As always Lana had dressed simple in an understated classic style, the simple modest black skirt, the crisp white blouse, and a simple pair of ballet flats. She had really blossomed in the last three months, her breast now delightfully strained against the material of her blouse and her long sculptured dancers legs hidden by that modest knee length skirt and yet his eye was drawn to the sensual curve of Lana’s calves.

She ran to him as he rose from his chair, ran into his arms as she sobbed ,

“What's going to happen to Daddy? Can you get him out?”

Lana had buried her angelic face into his shoulder and clung to him as if her life depended on it. He savored the feel of her young body pressed to his, the supple warmth of it, the seductive caress of her firm young breasts pressed to his chest. Oh how he was tempted to take her right then right now but there was to much chance of some one walking in on them or interrupting what he had planed for sweet little Lana.

“ Lana I am not sure what I can do these are federal charges and quite serious.”

Even as he spoke he pressed a note into her hand.

When she began to open it he pressed a single finger to her lips and shook his head No.

“ There is nothing I can do without compromising Larson Defense and Electronics.”

His eyes pleaded with Lana to trust her Uncle Edward .

He then pressed his intercom.

“ Miss Safrouse Miss Davies will be leaving now.”

It wasn’t until she was in the parking lot of Larson Defense and Electronics that Lana opened the his note.

Lana,

The theft had to be an inside job. If I am seen to help you or your father, the guilt person may run cover his trail so we can not find him or her. Meet me at the lodge a Garrison lake. Friday evening we can talk then and see what cane be done to help your dad.

Love,

Uncle Edward.
 
Lana was shocked when her Uncle Edward sent her away. She was numb and trembling, even though his eyes had pleaded with her to understand and trust him. Relief soon came in the form of the note she held tightly in her little fist. Sitting her car, she wiped at her wet eyes and sniffed, dropping the note on the floor of her vehicle as she gunned it and left.

Her mind whirled. She knew exactly where the lodge was located and had been there numerous times growing up. The only thing that worried her the most is the way. Friday was only a couple of days away, but it would feel like an eternity. Deciding to go home and pack a bag and head there early, she sped home.

Worried about her father, Lana did her best to keep herself occupied. Back home, she packed a bag and tidied up the house until everything was ready for him to be home. She knew one way or another, there was no way he could stay in jail. She had to figure out a way for him to get out at all costs.

Feeling accomplished that things were handled, Lana pulled her bags into the car and locked everything up. The drive to the lodge was a good hour away, so she settled herself in the car, ready for the drive to one of her favorite hang outs as a child. Between the open spaces and water, Lana had spent many hours climbing trees, racing and tumbling over the grass and learning how to swim. It held many fond memories and some bittersweet ones.

Anxious to talk to Edward as soon, Lana switched on some music and hummed absently to the tunes as she set off to spend the night away from home.
 
A broad smiled bowed Edward Lawson’s lips as he drove up to the Lodge for Lana car was already parked in the drive. He placed his hand on the hood and that smiled broadened for the engine was very cold. So his little kitten had been here awhile. He idly wondered if Lana had spent the last three days a the lodge working herself into a desperate frenzy to free her father. The more desperate the girl was the easier it would be to control her , to pluck that prize that he had hungered for so long. What irony Miles had taken Joan from him and now he would take Miles’s sweet innocent daughter as his little concubine.

“ Lana, Lana are you here?”

He was still dressed in the dark severe business suit he wore to work. Larson want to give the innocent young beauty the feeling he had rushed from work right to the Lodge, not even taking the time to go home and pack a bag. After all neither of them would be needing much clothing this weekend, he chuckled to himself.

“Lana, Lana were are you?”

He let a touch of concern tinge his voice. He needed to see what state she was in before he proceed to put his plan into action.
 
The three days at the lodge had turned into the longest three of her life...or so it seemed. Lana had scrubbed and cleaned, tidied up and freshened everything she could think of. It felt almost like a sin to relax or go out and enjoy the sunshine and warm weather. No. The nagging thought of her father locked up like a criminal kept her nerves on edge. Sleep was hard to find, alluding her even though her body was exhausted.

When Edward finally arrived, she had showered and changed into a simple pair of forum hugging jeans and a loose, almost peasant style top. Her hair was brushed free, still glossy and beautiful and her young face was void of any makeup, giving her an even younger appearance.

The sound of his void instantly caught her attention. Having just brewed up some coffee, she pushed her mug aside and moved barefoot through the house. “I'm here!” She called out, moving faster to greet him. He looked as impressive as he usually did. Dressed in a dark blue suite which was formal and almost a little on the harsh side. It made his features pop, his eyes cool steel as they locked onto hers and for a moment, her nerves jumped and her insides quivered.

“I'm here.” She said in a more softer tone, “I'm fine...I'm just...” She pressed a hand to her forehead, her fingers trembling slightly. “tired. I came early hoping to find some peace, but I can't seem to relax. Please...tell me what you've found out.” She begged him softly, urging him deeper into the lodge.
 
“I'm here!”

Lawson could hear the sound of relief in young Lana’s voice the sound of her feet as she came running to him.

“I'm here!…….I'm fine...I'm just...”

Her voice was softer her hand trembled as the young beauty brushed a few stray strands of hair from his forehead.

“……..tired. I came early hoping to find some peace, but I can't seem to relax. Please...tell me what you've found out.”

There was no hiding the anxiety in her voice as Lana softly pleaded with Lawson to tell her what hope there was fro her father. Even as she ushered him into the Lodge. Yet he was hardly listening to the young beauty. How seductively adorable she looked in her jeans that hugged the sensual curves of her young body, how they accentuated the firm sensual curve of her ass and seductively clung to her athletic dancer’s legs. Her blouse loose, yet modest peasant style showed a hint of bare shoulder and caressed the swell of her breasts as she stood their barefooted so young and desirable. It was all Lawson could do to keep from ripping her blouse open right then and there.

“ Come Lana we need to get something to help you relax…..and then if you are a good girl I’ll tell you what I have learned.“

He gave the girl a chaste kiss on the forehead as he had done so many times before as he hugged her. He went to the bar and poured himself a scotch neat and mixed a seductively innocent but powerful rum and coke for Lana. He handed the drink to her knowing it would taste like a simple vanilla coke.

“Now no more worries, no more dark fears Lana, just relax and then I’ll tell you all you wish to know.”

Larson sate sipping his scotch as he waited for the booze he had given Lana to kick in. He wanted her desperate and confused be for he made his next move.
 
Lana sank into the nearest seat she could find and took Edward's offered drink. She didn't really wanted, but he urged her to drink up. Taking a sip, she sighed, actually enjoying the flavor of it.

She was raised with manners and wasn't the overly assertive sort of person. Lana was usually calm and subdued. Even in her younger years, as an only child, she was relatively good, got lost in her own little world as she played alone. Her mother had urged her creativity and learning. Had pushed her in her love for dance. Thinking of her always made Lana's heart ache and now she felt that same loss in her father.

Before she knew it, her glass was drained and Lana was staring into its emptiness. Her body felt warm and a little more relaxed and a soft hiccup escaped her lips. She flushed and excused herself. "Tell me what you've found, please Uncle Edward...any more waiting and I'm not sure I can handle it all."
 
He could see Lana relax as she sipped her drink, he could see that far-away look in her soft expressive eyes. Her little hiccup told that she was not used to alcohol. Before this trouble with her father Miss Lana Dives was to start her first year at Mount Holyoke College. Edward Lawson had other plans for the young beauty ones that did not take her out of his grasp.

"Tell me what you've found, please Uncle Edward...any more waiting and I'm not sure I can handle it all."

He hesitated a moment longer as he refilled her drink and handed it to the blushing Miss.

“ The charges are based on the DOD funds were missing apparently miss-appropriated, the monies to one of their shell companies in China, a clear violation of the law….”

He took another sip of his own drink and gave Lana a stern look that said drink up and relax or.

“ The charges for the most part are circumstantial. But without a good lawyer willing to take the case Lana…”

He paused letting her anticipation and fear grow.

“ “I know of one a Mr. Hochstetler yet his fees are quite high.”

Now Miles Davies was a rich man and could easily afford any lawyer no matter what the coast. He saw the hope swell in Lana’s eyes as she gave a sigh of relief.

“…. I am afraid I have some more bad news Lana your Father’s accounts have been frozen because of the espionage charges.”

He smiled to himself as he saw the hope fade form the girl’s eyes.
 
Lana took long deliberate gulps of her drink. Dread and hopelessness filled her as her eyes filled with tears. She sniffed and blinked rapidly. "There has to be another way..." She said, her voice a little raspy as her throat tightened.

She tried to swallow the lump that had formed and took another long swig of her drink before setting it aside. The alcohol made her slightly woozy. She hadn't eaten all day and her face became flushed.

Shaking her head, she tried to clear her mind, but was finding it hard to do through the fog. She was so tired. Sagging back against her seat, she hugged a small throw pillow close, not liking how she felt anymore. She needed to talk to him. Needed for it to make sense.

"What am I going to do? I thought you could help me." She whined softly, a little sob filling escaping. "I need your help. I need him back home. I can't loose him too...please Uncle Edward. Please."
 
"There has to be another way.…..What am I going to do? I thought you could help me."

The words had come tumbling from Lana’s moist sweet lips in a torrent of emotions. She whined softly, a little sob of desperation escaping from those soft sensual lips.

"I need your help. I need him back home. I can't loose him too...please Uncle Edward. Please."

Lana sat there rocking like a lost little girl her knees drawn up as she hug the throw pillow to her breasts.


“ There is one way Lana and I’ll pay all your father’s legal fees that is if your willing Lana.”

There was a dark husky note to his voice and an even darker smoldering look in his cold steel gray eyes. Would she rise to the bait, would she except what he was about to demand of her. He moisten his parched lips with the tip of his tongue. In a moment there would be no turning back.
 
Lana breathed out a little whoosh and sniffed, hugging the pillow tightly as she slowly dropped her legs down to the floor, her pretty bare feet crossed and then tucked back as she leaned forward a little.

"Willing? Of course I'm willing! He's my father! I'm not going to let him rot in there." She was a little aghast that he would even think that she would have any doubts.

However, even in her tipsy state, Lana saw the change in him. The darkness in his eyes, the husky dip in his voice. She clung to the pillow tightly, almost like a shield. Why was he acting so strangely? Blinking slowly, she tried to clear her vision further and wished for some water or coffee...anything but the sweet concoction he had given her. "W-why wouldn't I be willing?" She finally asked, her voice a little unsure now. "What are you trying to tell me?"
 
"Willing? Of course I'm willing! He's my father! I'm not going to let him rot in there."

Like the pry all to late Lana became worried about the way her Uncle Edward was looking at her as she gasped in amazement.

"W-why wouldn't I be willing?" She finally asked, her voice a little unsure now.

"What are you trying to tell me?"


Slowly she recognized the look in Larson’s eyes, the same look that her dates would get as they pressed to her trying to kiss and grope her at the end of a date. There was only a moment’s hesitation before Lawson made it quite clear what it would cost Lana for his help to save her father.

“ You Lana the price is you!.”

He watched the uncomprehending look as if she had not heard him correctly.

“ You will be my whore Lana and do what ever I demand of you.”

There was no turning back now he was committed and his lust for the young beauty no longer would be denied.

“ I know how you love to dance so DANCE! for me Lana and make it seductive!”


Lawson really did not expect Lana to simply comply with his demands he had know her all her young life. Yet he gave her the chance to willingly become his whore. The girl had a very stronger view of who and what she was. Miss Lana Davies was no little whimpering beauty to fall into the arms of the 1st man that demanded her to.
 
Lana sat there stunned. She could have been splashed with ice water and not reacted. In that moment, she was completely and utterly taken away by his words. She knew he wasn't truly her uncle, but he had been like one for so many years. Had come to recitals, birthdays, family gathering. He'd seen her grow, had held and soothed her when her mother had died and now...he wanted her...to be whore?

It was almost too much to comprehend. For a moment all she could do was stare at him, open mouthed and wide eyed as she struggled to remember to breath. "Y-your whore? What?!" She finally sputtered, color flooding her cheeks as she stood up sharply. A little too sharply.

The alcohol messed with her sense of balance and she stumbled a little before righting herself. "Why would you ask such a thing from me?" She huffed, shaking her head and regretting that move as well. She couldn't have danced right now if she wanted to. Her hazel eyes were almost accusing as she turned them back on him. "You've been like an uncle to me, a mentor...you're old enough to be my father! I don't understand...I don't understand." She repeated herself, at a loss.

But the look on his face was undeniable. He wasn't backing down. There was no playfulness there. Lana hugged herself and shivered. She felt caged, backed into a corner. How did he expect her to be his whore when she hadn't even had sex?
 
"Y-your whore? What?!"

He saw the look of shock and betrayal in Lana‘s eyes as her as she staggered to her feet and shook her head in an effort to clear the alcoholic haze.

"You've been like an uncle to me, a mentor...you're old enough to be my father! I don't understand...I don't understand."

All too late the trapped little beauty knew in her heart of hearts that Lawson was not kidding that he was deadly serious. He did not close the distance between them but simply held the girl’s stunning hazel eyes captive in the unblinking gaze of those cold hard steel gray eyes. He smiled darkly as Lana held the little Throw pillow n front of her as if it were a shield that would protect her virginity from him.

“It would be a shame if the federal marshals and DOD auditors found more than just circumstantial evidence against your father Lana.”

There was nothing veiled about his threat.

“As to the why Lana ……lets just say it is pay back for something your father took from me a long time ago.”

As he spook Lawson had closed the distance between them. His lips were just a breath away from hers and she could feel the heat of his lust radiating from his body.

“ Dance for me Lana! “

Like the serpent before it struck Lawson held his pry mesmerized in that cold unblinking gaze
 
Lana gasped and gaped at him. He was threatening her family...the only person left in her life and who meant the world to her. Tears welled up in her eyes as betrayal set in. What could her father have taken from him? Lost and confused and at her wits end, Lana gulped back a sob, clenching her fists.

"Please don't make me..." She whispered, but as he came forward until he was a breath away, her found herself caught in his gaze. Her body visibly trembled, fear running up her spine, but her legs were glued to the spot.

"Please." She pleaded, but he gave no ounce, instead his face moved closer, making her gasp. Stumbling back, she dropped the pillow, her eyes looking for an escape. She was fast, but under the influence, she wasn't sure she could get away in time...and even then, where would that leave her father.

Heart pounding, she stood on wobbly legs. "There is no music..."
 
There was a momentary pang of regret and loss as Edward Lawson saw the look of betrayal in Lana’s strikingly beautiful eyes as she sobbed

"Please don't make me……. Please."

Lana’s voice was a soft angelic whisper , her eyes pleading in silent eloquence to remember who she was and what they had once meant to each other. Yet that pang of regret quickly faded in the heat of Lawson dark lust to possess this young beauty body and soul and her soft hazel eyes found no mercy in those cold steel grey eyes that now seemed to be stripping her bare.

With her Heart pounding like a little trapped bird caught in the mesmerizing gaze of the serpent, Lana stood on wobbly legs.

"There is no music..."

“ Lana my sweet Pet you have spent half your life here at the lodge you have danced for me many times in this very room. You know well where the entertainment center and your music is.

She was trying to stall for time trying to find away to escape the trap she now found herself un.

“Pick something dark, sensual, and Erotic Lana.”

It soon became apparent that Lawson had meant every word he had said and that this was not some nightmare that she would wake from to find herself safe in her Uncle Edward’s arms as she had as a child.
 
Lana dropped her gaze and nodded. He knew what he wanted and what she needed. She had to have faith in that...that he would be a man of his word and save her father...if that meant sacrificing herself in the process, well...so be it. :)

Resigned to her new role, Lana squared her shoulders and walked with as much grace as she could muster to the entertainment section. She felt his eyes trained on her. If he wanted her to dance, she would dance. She wasn't all sure about the erotic aspect of things...but, if there was one thing she was passionate about, it was her dancing.

Drying her eyes, she stood in front of her selection for some time until she selected her piece and slid the disk into the player. More nervous than she had ever been, Lana kept her back to him and let the music wash over her until the beat flowed through her blood and her body began to move. Even in the tightness of her jeans, her limbs were fluid. She danced for him, dance through her sorrow, her loss and everything else that had left her frustrated. She danced with passion, flashing little bits of flesh as her shirt rose and fell.
 
Lawson watched as Lana demurely bowed her head in submission . She just stood their for a moment before she raised her head once more squared her shoulders and with a graceful fluid motion went to the entertainment center. He watched as the young beauty wiped away the bitter tears of betrayal. Little did Lawson realize that Lana was at a loss to as how to dance erotically for him.

Her back was to him as the soft sensual strains of the music slowly built and filled the room. Slowly at first Lana’s feet began to shift form side to side, her gorgeous young body began to sensually sway in time with the music. Lawson lust to posses the young beauty body and soul only became stronger as she became lost in her dance. She danced for him, dance through her sorrow, her loss and everything else. How many times had he watched her dance before in this very room, how many times had he wished that this magnificent young beauty was dancing only for him. Now she danced for him she danced a with passion that took his breath away.

His mouth watered as he caught little glimpse of her supple young body, the curve of her breath, a flash of bare shoulder. His voice was a dark raspy passion choked whisper,

‘” Remove your Jeans Lana…….Dance for me my pet!”
 
At his command, Lana stumbled over her steps a moment, her body stiffening and heart thudding wildly. A deep flush colored her face as she looked away, feeling ashamed that this was happening...by someone who she had trusted all her young life.

With trembling hands, she slowly undid her jeans, sliding the zipper down. The rasp was almost deafening to her ears, but with a little doing, she removed the denim, pulling it off her long shapely legs. Her shirt fell just at the waist band of her panties...there was nothing overly inciting about them. A soft white silk bikini cut panties that rode high on her hips. And while they covered about as much as a real bikini would, she felt utterly exposed to his hungry gaze.

Still, she continued to move to the music, trying to stay with the beat, trying to stay with the feelings the music created, but her pulse was still frantically pounding. When it all finally came to an end, Lana stood breathing a little unevenly as she clutched the bottom of her shirt, holding it almost protectively in place.
 
What a seductively sensual little beauty Lana was as she blushed so sweetly at his command. It was the first time Lawson ever saw the passionate young dancer ever stumble or miss a step when she was in the sweet cocoon that her music and dance seemed to always held her so securely. He wondered if Lana knew how very sensual she was as once more she swayed with the music as her dainty fingers slowly loosed the snap of her jeans the soft metallic whisper as she drew the zipper down, the way her lithe young body wiggled and slithered out of her jeans. The music slowly faded and left Lana standing before him in nothing but her little virginal white bikini panties and her little peasant blouse that left her right shoulder bared as her hands clutched the bottom of her shirt, holding it almost protectively in place.

His little pet’s breathing was ragged, uneven her cheeks scarlet with a little school girl blush. How adorable she looked so young, so innocent, and so very desirable.

“Dance Lana dance for me my sweet pet.”

He waited fro the young girl to do as he commanded. The young beauty was now free from the restrains of her form fitting jeans, free to move with the fluid seductive grace that was so natural to her. His lust for her only grew hotter as he watched the girl once more become lost in her dance.

“ Your blouse pet remove it.!”

The darkness that consumed his soul born of his lust for Lana now shone darkly in his eyes.


“ I want to see you dance naked for me Lana, naked and free!”

His voice so dark so low that it was felt as well as heard.
 
Lana shifted from one leg to another, her fingers clutching at her shirt even more as another song came on. She closed her eyes, trying to concentrate on the music, trying desperately to imagine she was alone. Although she never danced naked even by herself, she tried to set herself up in a scene.

Drawing in a deep breath, she fought the tears that threatened to spill and slowly pulled her shirt off, letting it drop to the floor. Her bra was as simple as her panties, white and silky, delicately edged with lace and held her youthful bust as she moved.

Her body was fluid and graceful, her curves feminine and muscles firm, but in nowhere near bulky. She moved to the soft sensual tune, letting it take her where it might, unable to meet his dark gaze. The way he looked at her...the desire she saw there frightened her. He was so much bigger and while she was fast, she knew there was no escape. She wouldn't let her father down. She would do this for him.
 
Once more Lana began to move with the music her soft expressive tear shimmering eyes fluttering close as she began to loose her self in the music, in the sensual joy of movement as she danced. Yet now there was a darker more erotic nature to the girl’s fluid graceful movements. A tear tricked down Lana’s flawless cheek as , with trembling hands she seized the helm of her peasant blouse and slowly drew it over her head. It dropped from her delicate fingers as she blushed scarlet in her shame. Her curves feminine and muscles firm, Lana moved to the soft sensual tune, letting it take her where it might, unable to meet his dark gaze.

She danced in her virginal white bra and panties and Lawson could not help but think how truly naïve and innocent this young beauty was. He took a steadying breath as his emotions threatened to over power him.

“ Sweet Pet I said Dance naked for me. “

He saw the uncomprehending look in those stunning haze eyes.

“ Remove your panties and bar Lana.”

There was no doubt now in what he wanted from her. No more room for maneuvering or meeting his demands by half. The moment of truth was at hand and Miss Lana Davies was caught, her father’s fate in her hands, and she had no place to hide.
 
Lana grit her teeth, but didn't stop moving. Ever ounce of her wanted to scream no. Tell him to fuck off and leave her alone. That he was wrong and sick for wanting this, but she couldn't stop...not with so much on the line.

Swallowing back a sob, she reached behind her and unsnapped her bra as she continued to move to the music. The material slid off and hit the floor, revealing her pale, beautiful breasts. So full and firm and tipped with rose colored nipples that quickly puckered as the cool air of the room his her warm skin.

Next came the panties...and with some inner struggle, Lana wiggled out of them and pushed them aside, fighting the urge to cover herself. Trying to remain proud. She did as he bade her to do...the soft downy hair between her legs trimmed, and as dark as the hair on her head.

For agonizing minutes, she moved, feeling strangely out of her comfort zone until the music ended and she stood, head down, her slender arms hugging her middle as she tried to catch her breath.
 
Lawson could see the pain the humiliation in Lana’s stunning eyes as they met his for only a heart beat. He loved each little surrender as she bent to his will. He savored that moment when her trembling fingers reached behind her to undo her white satin bar. Lawson’s breath caught when at last he saw Lana’s firm young breasts their pale smooth skin. Her nipples the most delightful shade of pink and the way they so quickly hardened in to sharp little points capping her now puffy dusky pink areolas. Yet nothing compared to when at last her tears freely trickling down her flawless cheeks as Lana wiggled out of her panties to stand naked as the day she was borne before him.

She stood there with her head demurely bowed in defeat her arms wrapped around her middle as she hugged her self and softly sobbed.


“ Dance My sweet Pet, dance for me.”

Again he demanded that Lana dance for him, become lost in the sensually seductive caress of the music, her supple young body twisting, turning, flowing, to the music. Her movements alluring, tempting, erotic and so very seductive as she became lost in the dance.

I t was then that over come by his lust he came to claim her His mouth crushed to hers in a searing savage kiss, his body pressed to hers the dark wool of his suit grating on her erect nipples his fingers entwined in her hair as he roughly deepened the kiss never realizing that Lana was still a virgin.
 
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