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Stroker Ace(Part 2 of 2)
Date: 8/20/2015, Categories: Seduction, Author: the_lady_of_shalott, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories
at that display of cockiness. She almost cried when she lost again. It didn't make sense because no one could force her to take part in the game. However the thought of giving up was just as horrible, as if Annabelle would willingly embraced her defeat. After an agonizing moment of silence Kitty uttered lazily as she was playing with the cards. “Let your hair down. Close your eyes as you do that and focus on how it softly tickles your shoulders and covers your back.” Annabelle obeyed and was startled by the sense of serenity as her tresses cascaded down her body. “See... it doesn't have to be difficult. Good girl.” The last phrase affected her and relieved the agony. When she opened her eyes Annabelle stared at Kitty's face, desperate to figure her out. But the latter one was just as unreadable as a sphinx. Her unusual orbs were not blinking, fixed on their goal. Both her and Evan were confident in their victory and it felt as if their tongues were tasting her skin. It made her tingle with some depraved pride at how she was at the center of their world right at that instant. They said that pride leads to your downfall. What caused Annabelle to lose the final card that night – pride, lust, denial or combination of all of her sins? It didn't matter. The moment when Kitty ordered her to take the stockings off, she made a mewling sound and tried to get up from the chair. “Don't even think about it, Annabelle. You're into this until you see it through.” When the blonde tried to ... open her mouth Kitty raised her palm to cut her mid sentence. “You entered that game with your eyes wide open and knew you could lose. Nobody forced you to take part, it was an act of free will. You will handle the consequences of your choice.” She softened her voice and took a sip of the wine in front of her. “Trust me, I will not do anything that you won't enjoy immensely.” Annabelle looked at her suspiciously but then she sighed and started rolling the seamed stockings down her creamy thigh. Hopefully in the morning she'd be able to face her reflection without being overwhelmed by self loathing. “Good girl.” Kitty said when Annabelle took off the second stocking and left it on the pile of clothes. Evan looked happy as the cat who had gotten the milk with the turn of the events. He was perfectly calm save for how tense his shoulders were. He got up and started clearing the table. After he stashed the clothes on one of the chairs he moved the glasses and the bottle to the kitchen island. The silence as Evan took his time was so poignant and Annabelle felt how the noose around her neck was tightening by the minute. She still had her eyes down. Was this an act of submission? Shame? Kitty and Evan moved their chairs away from the table to the center of the room leaving plenty of open space before them. They sat and looked at her in expectation . “Climb on the table and lie there with your legs spread.” Evan broke the stillness and turned back to the table walking with deliberate ...