1. Plan C: Chapter 3


    Date: 2/6/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: 1feistykitten, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    her, she shot her eyes back up to his and bit down on the lollipop in her mouth with a loud crunch. Chewing so quickly she almost choked, she stepped out of the car. Grayson had to clear his throat twice before he trusted his voice enough to speak. “Your car is all set now. Are you going to be okay to get back to town, miss…..uh….I’m terribly sorry, but I’m afraid I didn’t get your name.” He smiled when this tiny woman slowly stuck out her hand for him to shake it. “Becca. My name is Becca.” She seemed nervous when he reached out and enveloped her hand in his, like he might bite it off if she left it in his hold for too long. As their eyes connected, and with her hand still firmly in his, he thought that perhaps biting was not the safest thing to be thinking about just then. Little zings, like an electric current, traveled up his arm from where her skin touched his. Slowly he moved towards her, only to smile when she backed up towards her car. “It’s nice to meet you Becca” he said at a husky murmur as he slowly moved towards her. She continued to move back as he kept advancing on her. “N-n-n-nice to meet you, too, Mr. Clark”. She made a tiny squeak as her back bumped up against her car door. He came closer until he was inches from her. Bending down, he placed a hand on either side of her car, trapping her with his body, and holding her gaze with his eyes. Becca swallowed involuntarily. “Um, thank you for all your help. I a-a-appreciate it.” She was so cute when she was ...
    nervous, Grayson noted to himself. Leaning in close, he brought his lips within inches of her’s. Looking in her eyes, he spoke softly. “Grayson” he said, and watched confusion flood her features, making her forehead crinkle and her glasses to slide down her nose slightly. Adorable , he thought. “Uh, I’m sorry, what?” “You can call me Grayson. Mr. Clark was my father.” “Oh, yes, well, thank you Mr.- I mean, Grayson, for helping me with my car.” Leaning in even closer, Grayson whispered close to her lips, “It was my pleasure, Kitten.” With that, he closed the distance and kissed her again. She tasted like cherry. The lollipop, he remembered. Again, she melted into him, and brought her hands up to wrap around his neck. Wanting to see how she responded to a little more control, he grabbed both of her hands in his and held them above her head. The moan that escaped her lips was all the answer he needed. He deepened the kiss, holding her hands firm with one hand, and reaching up to hold her jaw in the other hand. He didn’t apply too much pressure. His goal wasn’t to scare her. Grayson simply wanted her to experience his control. He could feel her submitting to his touch, following his lead. Her yielding to him encouraged him to keep going, knowing he would stop the moment he felt her resist. Dominance is nothing without mutual consent. Bringing his leg up, he pressed his knee in between hers at the apex of her thighs. Pushing his tongue into her mouth, he began to rock his leg slightly. ...
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