Finally, he found the words he wanted to say and they were, “Gorgeous. You look gorgeous.”
“Gorgeous enough to fuck?” she inquired in a sultry tone she did not know she was capable of.
She deliberately looked down at his crotch as she asked this and emotional victory made her something fundamentally feminine inside her cheer as she noticed the tent in his pants.
He was hard.
And it was all for her.
“Don’t play games with me, little girl,” he warned.
His tone was dangerous, but like a moth to a flame, Beatrice moved closer until she could feel the heat of his body.
His eyes went down to where her breasts bounced underneath her dress, unbound by a bra.
“I am not playing any games, Zion. I want you to fuck me. What do I have to do to make you see how much? Just tell me, and I’ll do it. Anything.”
She placed her hand on his chest as she looked into his eyes, trying to make him see that she meant her words from the bottom of her heart.
His nostrils flared like a wild animal on the scent of prey, and for just a second she thought he might he lift her, place her on the counter and ravish her.
The flare in desire around him told her so.
Her breath quickened in anticipation.
Instead, he turned away and walked toward the door that connected the kitchen to the garage.
He stopped with his hand on the handle and said, “Be careful what you ask for, Beatrice. An innocent girl like you has no idea what a man like me can demand from you.”
“Then teach me,” she implored. “I’ll do anything you want, I swear.”
Seconds ticked by as neither of them moved.
When he did, he looked back at her. She implored with her eyes and then her words, “Please, Zion.”
His look heated before he turned away, muttering in a tone that sounded tortured.
The door closed between them then the purr of an engine could be heard.
When the hum of his vehicle disbursed, Beatrice was left alone. Between her thighs, she was slick with need, and without the barrier of panties to sop up the liquid desire.
She was desperate yet ever so hopeful that Zion would soon succumb to her charms.
Maybe she’d make him succumb inside her tonight.
Chapter 12
Strawberry chocolate surprise
Beatrice was only thirty minutes into her plan of seduction, and it was definitely not going as the article, 10 Ways to Seduce the Man of your Lusty Dreams had described.
When she’d gotten home from her shopping trip earlier, she’d looked up seduction techniques as Todd had suggested. After all, she had blushingly declined his idea to just, “Get on your knees and suck his cock. No man can resist that. I’ve had much success going that route myself.”
Despite her makeover and growing confidence, however, Beatrice knew that surprise fellatio was a step too far. Even now, half-naked and covered in chocolate sauce, she blushed hard just at the thought of being so daring.
That’s why she hunted until she found a blog by a mature woman who claimed to have seduced more than two thousand men using a particular set of techniques.
The woman had made drenching herself in chocolate and arranging strawberries around her body look so effortless with pictures and testimonials from her seductees to back her proprietary techniques.
When she read the post, Beatrice was sure it would work. The visions of Zion licking the deliciousness off every inch of her body had convinced her to go ahead with it.
Now she was sticky and uncomfortable from the effort, and wondering if she should have attempted something simpler. Cooking a meal for Zion, perhaps.
That would have definitely been a whole lot less messy.
Zion had not yet returned home, even though it was barely minutes to 11 p.m. She decided to use his delinquency to her advantage. She hopped off the Island centered in the kitchen where she had arranged herself. She would clean up the mess she’d made, take a shower and do something more straightforward.
Serving him a drink in sexy lingerie would definitely be more enticing than the sticky sweet mess she’d made of herself.
Gah, what had she been thinking when she thought this would have been a great idea?
There was chocolate in her hair, between the cheeks of her ass and other places she didn’t even want to think about.
Getting off the island was made more difficult as she slid in the chocolate and squashed the berries beneath her. Wearing only a thong and a matching lace bra with high heels, she was not accustomed to walking in just made matters worse.
After much grunting and sweating, she finally pushed herself off the marble and onto the floor.
She almost slipped and fell on her butt. She counted her safe landing on terra firma a small victory as she brushed her messy hair off her face.
Maybe I can save this night from disaster, after all, she thought.
The fates must have been laughing at her because Zion chose that moment to walk through the door linking the garage to the kitchen.
She had not heard his vehicle pull up with all the fuss she was making trying to get off the island.
Like a deer caught in headlights, her eyes grew wide as she watched his entrance.
She watched the shock of emotions on his face as he took in the scene before him.
He blinked hard as if he could not believe the picture before him. He ran a hand through his hair and briefly gripped the tips before his hand dropped back at his side.
There was a brief silence as they both took in the weird situation the desperate teen had placed herself in.
“What’s going on here?” he finally asked as if weary of the answer.
It was too embarrassing to explain and, at that moment, Beatrice lost all the bravado and confidence she had gained in the last few hours. She felt the sudden onset of tears.
If she’d opened her mouth now, all she would have done is cried.
She took one step towards her bedroom, hoping to dash off without having to explain herself.
Even if for a few moments, she needed a reprieve from his searching gaze and the awkward explanation she would inevitably have to give.
Given how her night had been going so far, she didn’t see how she thought this stunt would have worked in her favor.
She slipped, as she attempted to run, and landed on her butt in an undignified sprawl.
She tried to stand again, perching herself up on hand and knee before balancing herself on her feet, but slipped and landed in much the same position.
She blinked rapidly against the prick of tears and her heart beat in the heavy thump of humiliation.
Oh, how she wished a hole would open up in the floor and swallow her.
Several seconds ticked by as Zion continued to look at her in amazement.
Then the most amazing thing happened.
He threw his head back and laughed.
A loud, boisterous sound of utter glee.
Beatrice watched the shake of his shoulders as he clutched his middle and she felt her tears retreat.
It was the first time she’d seen him laugh like that. It was… cute. A word she’d never have associated with him.
It made something warm blossom inside her, and she found herself wanting to smile.
Maybe this night would not turn out so badly after all.
Chapter 13
Come clean
Zion hadn’t laughed like that in a very long time.
The unconstrained mirth continued to bubble out of him for long minutes, but eventually, he was able to wipe the tears from his eyes and gain control over the hilarity.
He had to bite his lip to prevent it from starting all over again as he watched Beatrice blink up at him from her helpless position on the floor.
“I am guessing this is your attempt at seducing me,” he said when he was finally able to catch his breath.
He’d expected her to be offended by his ob
servation but a small smile tipped the side of her lips and she merely shrugged.
“Clearly I was overambitious,” she said, kicking off the strappy red heels from her feet. “But you can't blame a girl for trying, now can you?”
"No, I suppose you can't,” he answered as he considered the complicated teen.
Even with chocolate covering her, he could not help but notice how gorgeous she was. Even before her makeover, he found her utterly fuckable. Now, well, he should have gotten a prize for staying away from her.
The transformation between the girl he met so many weeks ago and the one before him now was startling.
The girl he met on the farm would never have propositioned him so wantonly or used such crude tactics to accomplish her goals. Back on the farm, she seemed scandalized by every indecent act that he partook in.
But the girl before him had undoubtedly come out of her shell, no matter how inelegantly. He could see the absolute yearning in her eyes and the language of her body every time she walked in on him with a woman or women.
She wanted him, he knew. And he had no doubt that she would not deny him if he chose to fuck her.
Even in her current comical condition, he ached to spread her wide and sink into her willing softness.
Damnit, how he wished things were different.
Had she not been who she was, he’d have had her on her back from the very moment she walked through his front door.
But she was his best friend's daughter. While there weren’t many people Zion respected, Ron was one of them. The man had been the only reason that Zion had made it through college.
He sighed at the conundrum he had found himself in.
“You really know how to test a man's control,” he said more to himself than to her as he closed the distance between them.
He lifted her into his arms, uncaring that his clothes would be ruined in the process.
She made an adorable startled sound but did not protest his embrace.
In fact, she hooked her hands behind his neck and nuzzled closer to him.
His cock jumped in his pants, but he ignored the perverse thing as he walked through the house and made his way to the bathroom in the bedroom she was staying in.
He led her, gently, to the shower.
Then he tested the water to make sure it was the right temperature before nudging her into the spray.
She looked at him with innocent eyes as he began to contemplate removing the sticky chocolate off her.
He knew he should have left her to her own devices. He knew he shouldn’t have tortured himself.
Looking at her naked body wasn’t inherently wrong, was it? Or even soaping her. It’s not as if they were actually doing anything. He was just being a concerned man looking after his best friend’s daughter.
Clearly, he was thinking with the brain between his legs at that moment, which is why he reached around her to undo her bra, letting it fall to the floor as her perky titties bounced out.
Saliva pooled in his mouth as he looked at those hard, juicy nipples.
She didn’t object when he slipped the panties down her legs.
He groaned, pleasantly dismayed that her mound was smooth and hairless.
She squirmed as he continued to look at her feminine treasures and he knew that he could have her spread and penetrated her within seconds if he’d only dared.
The knowledge had heat unraveling deep within his body and not even the water droplets dampening his clothes did anything to cool him off.
“Please, Zion.” she beseeched.
He would not fuck her.
He repeated the mental mantra over and over again.
Still, he continued his erotic torment on them both.
He grabbed her citrus-scented shampoo and began lathering her silky locks.
He washed her hair gently then moved onto rubbing, rinsing, scrubbing and cleaning her body of all the remaining chocolate.
He washed between her legs last, and she widened her stance to aid him. He was on his knees and looked up into her eyes as fingers danced over slick flesh.
He felt her clench and heard her moan. The only warnings she gave him before shuddering in orgasm upon his hand.
He was shocked that she had been so close to the edge, but his cock loved how responsive she was.
Honeyed desire poured from her, and he could no longer play with fire. He had to get out of the bathroom before he burned them both.
Standing suddenly, he backed away from her.
“Finish up here,” he told her and hightailed it out of the bathroom before the last of his control snapped.
Chapter 14
Suction
Beatrice looked at herself in the full-length mirror. She was completely nude.
She wasn’t examining herself in a clinical manner, but rather a sensual one as she moved to view herself from different angles. Her fingers dipped and lifted over her curves as she took in the way her breasts swayed with her motions. Her skin seemed to glow from within in the soft light of the early morning.
She hadn’t gotten much sleep the previous night and had been up for over an hour already, but she felt energized nonetheless.
She was feeling really good, at peace in a way she had never felt before, yet excited at the new adventures that awaited her.
She closed her eyes and let herself bask in the feeling.
Her mind wandered over the events of the last two weeks since her failed chocolate-y attempt at seduction.
Things had changed between her and Zion and, and although Zion hadn’t fucked her yet, Beatrice was pleased with the progress of their relationship. She’d learned a lot about him in the past few days, and she’d opened up to him more than she had anyone else. She loved that he knew who she really was and did not judge anything she said or did. Nothing was too taboo for him.
He made it easy to for her to open up completely, and she would be eternally grateful for that.
Even though she made it no secret that she wanted him, and persisted in her mission to get Zion between the sheets, their interactions had become more involved.
They were friends now. Comfortable companions in that big house of his.
They talked a lot, and he shared his reasons for not taking her up on her numerous offers of sex even though he was as attracted to her as she was to him.
She respected his devotion to her father once she realized that was why he was holding back. She admired it even, as she realized that he was not the bad guy she’d thought him to be when they initially met, even though he was by no means a good guy either.
Still, as she told him, that would not stop her from trying to seduce him. She wanted his cock to be the first she ever had in her pussy.
In fact, now that she knew his reason for not having sex with her, she was more determined than ever to diminish his self-control. The challenge made her giddy.
He took that in stride and let her test her feminine wiles on him. Sometimes he looked amused at her attempts while at others, he looked close to breaking.
They were often nude around each other as their relationship evolved and she could openly see the effects she had on him. She lived for making his cock hard with desire for her and had no issues displaying how wet he kept her.
She knew he had begun to view her differently and that his guard was falling. He talked openly of sexual things with her now. He answered her questions about the things she didn’t understand, and their interactions had taken on a flirtatious tone.
Eventually, he even invited her to watch while he had sex with few women he brought home.
She had readily agreed, pushing her shyness aside, often fingering herself to completion while she watched, imagining she was in the women’s place. She wasn’t jealous of these women anymore. In fact, she even allowed one of the women – a dark-haired waif named Tabitha with a fetish for piercings – to lick her to orgasm while Zion slammed the girl from the back.
She held Zion’s gaze as the slim girl�
�s tongue penetrated her vulva and dragged across her clit. The cold, round edge of the jewelry in the girl’s tongue had Beatrice crying out and humping her face in no time.
He told Tabitha how to send Beatrice over the edge, and she had complied with such incredible efficiency that Beatrice had climaxed three times before either of the other two people reached their peaks.
All too soon, Beatrice needed more and said to Zion, “I need to see you cum too.”
His hips jackhammered fast, hard and deep into Tabitha who was grunting, moaning and talking dirty against Beatrice’s flesh.
It was Beatrice’s name he called out when his body reached for ecstasy.
Beatrice climaxed again, hearting the tones of agonized need as the dark-haired girl shook with her own pleasure between them.
“I like her,” Tabitha had said before she made her exit. “Don’t let her slip through your fingers, Zion.”
Whenever these women left, Beatrice and Zion had developed a routine of sharing intimate but non-sexual experiences such as giving each other massages, cuddling and prolonged hugging.
Just the night before, they’d sat together in the Jacuzzi, drinking wine and talking about nothing and everything. They had both been nude, and the sexual tension had been thick.
Beatrice was not as impatient to ride Zion’s cock as she’d been before either. The anticipation just made every moment sweeter.
When they fucked – and she had no doubt that they would – it would be absolute paradise with the release of all that tension.
She moaned in the otherwise quiet room, feeling her body soften and slicken picturing it. Her fingers ran down the length of her torso and encountered the wetness at the apex of her sex.
She was particularly horny this morning. Where this would have frustrated her a few weeks ago, now she savored the sharp sensations making her feel so alive.
She felt no shame in her feelings. She was no longer the stuck-up conservative country girl Zion had met initially. She had transformed into a vibrant, confident sexually liberated woman.
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