The Dungeon Master
Amused and annoyed, she gripped his big hand in both of hers and pulled herself forward into the flame. His arm and hand did not move an inch as she did so. The first drag of the cigarette seemed to clear her head for a moment, and she finally replied to his suggestion with a challenge. "Do you think I look like the kind of girl who trots off with a stranger without even knowing his name?"
He looked at her levelly for a few moments just watching the little white stick float back and forth to her lips. He was amused at her attempt to be tough and resist him. He took a step toward her, looming over her, but she did not back down.
"Do you think I look like the type of guy who takes no for an answer?" She looked at him consideringly, but found it hard to meet his eyes. She did so anyway and he grabbed her arm firmly and leaned forward to whisper roughly in her ear.
"I like a lady with spirit, They always beg so sweetly when I break them." He rand his hand up under her hair and grabbed a big handful of the silky mass.
Her legs grew weak and she fell against him for support. A roaring wave of heat burst from deep in her abdomen. She leaned her head back to ease the tension a little and he ran his tongue gently from the base of her neck up to her chin.
He barked a triumphant laugh, but Maintained the grip on her hair. "That seemed to be enough to convince you." he teased. "Maybe you are the cum guzzling slut I thought you were."
She wanted to resist and deny his accusation, but she was so turned on by his rough treatment, she was ready to beg for more already. Trying to hide her arousal, she defiantly whispered
"If you want to take me home to find out if your accusation is true, you will have to Buy me one more drink."
He gave on more tug on her hair and met her eyes with a wolfish grin. He gently let go of her hair, and then moved his eyes towards the door.
She lifted her cigarette to her lips in a vain attempt to display resistance to his orders, but then immediately walked to the door.
He looked at her levelly for a few moments just watching the little white stick float back and forth to her lips. He was amused at her attempt to be tough and resist him. He took a step toward her, looming over her, but she did not back down.
"Do you think I look like the type of guy who takes no for an answer?" She looked at him consideringly, but found it hard to meet his eyes. She did so anyway and he grabbed her arm firmly and leaned forward to whisper roughly in her ear.
"I like a lady with spirit, They always beg so sweetly when I break them." He rand his hand up under her hair and grabbed a big handful of the silky mass.
Her legs grew weak and she fell against him for support. A roaring wave of heat burst from deep in her abdomen. She leaned her head back to ease the tension a little and he ran his tongue gently from the base of her neck up to her chin.
He barked a triumphant laugh, but Maintained the grip on her hair. "That seemed to be enough to convince you." he teased. "Maybe you are the cum guzzling slut I thought you were."
She wanted to resist and deny his accusation, but she was so turned on by his rough treatment, she was ready to beg for more already. Trying to hide her arousal, she defiantly whispered
"If you want to take me home to find out if your accusation is true, you will have to Buy me one more drink."
He gave on more tug on her hair and met her eyes with a wolfish grin. He gently let go of her hair, and then moved his eyes towards the door.
She lifted her cigarette to her lips in a vain attempt to display resistance to his orders, but then immediately walked to the door.